Today’s poems are from Ellie Hedlund, Sasha Magnusson, Kiana Flaig, Brady Cooper, Taylor Santl, and Chandler Mooney.
Freezer-Burned Ice Cream
By Chandler Mooney
The ice cream nobody wanted.
Sad he didn’t have the necessary qualities to be drafted.
He’s old and grandfather-looking with a frosty beard.
Giving advice to others on how to not end up like himself.
The Hat
By Taylor Santl
This hat decided it wanted
To fly away
So it did.
Then it came crashing
Into a stream of water.
It went rushing down
Sailing across the countryside
And it hitched a ride
Back to the woods
Where I found it
A week later.
Starlight
By Brady Cooper
Such a bright light
But so far away
Star light is my light
It paves the way
Through the darkness
And is my nightlight
For when I sleep
I sleep in starlight.
Stealing
By Kiana Flaig
Standing on first base
I see the sign
Coach touches her visor
And then her wrist
I know what it means
I can’t look back
I have to go
As the pitcher winds up
I do too
Sauntering with the just the right
Amount of bend
To take off like a missile
I shoot from the base
Wind blowing by, whipping my hair
Coach yells down
The bright yellow ball barrels towards the base
I have to slide
As I do dust flies everywhere
My toes touch the base
I know I made it
The dust settles
The ump calls me safe.
I hear cheering around me.
I get up, ready to bolt again.
Woods
By Sasha Magnusson
Walk in a dark
Damp playground
Of trees.
Bare feet on
The cool ground
Dirt and grass.
Fresh.
Clean.
Clear,
The pitter-patter
Of the bare feet crunching
Fallen leaves.
Bright green popping
Out of the shadows.
A green on brown
Playground all around.
Standing on fallen
Trees.
Feeling rough, course.
Now do come orange
Yellow, blue and red
Up high above our
Small, short, tall, long
Bodies.
Piano
By Ellie Hedlund
The old wooden piano
Sitting against the wall
In the living room.
It was a gift from my great-grandma
To my mom. I used to play,
Started when I was six and stopped
When I was 12. I thought I was too busy
To take 30 minutes out of my week
To walk around the block to Val’s house
Where I was taught how to play.
Now, 16, I wish I never would have quit.
I miss being able to tap the keys
And play beautiful melodies.
I always loved when I had a song
With sharps and flats so I got to push
Down the black piano keys.
