Today’s writing is from Marilyn A., Rachel Hembrook, Zowe, Catie G., Kelsey Buley, Codie Rahier, Davis Butler, Grant Helgeland, Winston Novacek, Joshua Olson,
Ceciley Parker, and Katarina Millbridge.
Night
By Codie Rahier
As I watch the sun leave
The stars become more clear to see
Moon laminating the night its such
A beautiful sight
Dark consuming the light.
Sound absent from the fight.
Everything is alive at night.
Home
By Zowe
Home. It can mean many things
But my meaning of home is where
You are the most relaxed, most calm.
When I think of the word home
I think of music. Music is my home.
Music is my sanctuary. Music is home
And my home is music.
Off
By Catie Glodowski
Rows and rows of seats.
Each and every one occupied.
Bags below and above,
Filled with entertainment.
People walk down the aisles,
Slamming shut compartments.
Nothing is happening,
Not yet, anyway.
An incoherent voice fills the air
And the floor begins to move.
A low rumble, increasing speed
And everything begins to tilt back as it leaves the ground.
Heads pressed against the seats.
Popping ears and clenching fists.
The plane is now off the ground.
Oregon
By Davis Butler
It’s hot.
Very hot.
Everyday.
The river is cluttered with people
Everyday.
The river filled with pure water
From the mountains.
It is like this.
Driving Home on a Saturday Night
By Joshua Olson
Driving home on a Saturday night
Singing your favorite song
Warm relaxed and tired
Bright lights in the distance
Coming our way
Swerving in and out of your lane.
One
By Rachel Hambrook
One face
And one birthday candle.
Two hands making such
A sweet mess.
Cake all around.
Face now all decorated
With a smile on it.
Lots of laughter
Lots of joy.
Cake on the ground
And a crown on his head.
A moment and such
A mess.
Golfing
By Grant Helgeland
Golf course is opening up
Wet and muddy
Flowers starting to bloom
The smell of fresh cut grass
Standing next to my dad
Putter in his hand
The flag of the 9th hole in mine.
Luv
By Kelsey Buley
Sun beating down on exposed shoulders
Faces gleaming with sweat
The squeak of sneakers
Tennis balls bouncing in the background
The “whiff” of swinging rackets
Scores screamed, fill the air.
Driving Down that “Famous” Lee Road
By Ceciley Parker
Second house on the left
Two bright green trees with birds singing in the bath
The sound of the old Nintendo player by the kids
The adults yelling in enjoyment over a card game
The smell of the scrap pile burning
Or the new flowers Uncle Dave brought Gram.
The fresh water after a family game of football
Being continued with an itchy sensation of poison ivy.
Walking to get the mail but see cousin Nancy
Talk for hours as she smokes and gives you candy.
For Weeks Now
By Marilyn A
Begging and begging
For weeks now
To get another cat.
A truck parks by the royal blue house.
Confused people are waiting, watching
A forest green kennel emerges and is
Carried into the house.
Soft fur falls in small poofs
As the car emerges from the kennel.
Excited fingers reach and stroke.
Another cat is home.
Deer in the Road
By Cody
A highway.
Its pitch-black outside.
You’re cruising along
With the high beams on.
Bam.
Before you can react
There is a deer going through your windshield.
You swerve off.
The car is stuck in what seems like a constant roll.
You wake up.
You’re upside down.
Stuck in the middle of a snowy field.
Dixie
By Alexa Kihle
She looks at me and grunts.
A soft, gentle push of air out of her snout.
She lumbers over to me as I watch her
Deep muscles slide under her black skin.
Her ears move to the sound of my sweet tone.
The yellow and white ear-tags flapping eagerly.
She’s shy at first.
Her tail twitches when I gently stroke
Her soft, warm belly.
I sit down next to her.
She pokes her hooves into my leg
As she gingerly nudges my ribcage.
There is nothing,
No birds chirping in the treetops.
No wind howling through the leaves.
No humming from the greenhouses.
Only me and Dixie.
I watch as the sun gradually gets
Higher in the sky.
I get up to leave.
As I turn around the corner she oinks.
Her heart longs for me
To return
And I do.
That Moment
By Hunter Nelson
That moment when the sizzling fast ball
You thought was about to fly over the trees
Morphs into a sweeping curveball
And leaves you leaning out on your front foot
Listening to the ump yell strike three!
Old Toys
By Winston Novacek
It’s been a long time now
Since we’ve seen the white light glow.
No, it doesn’t reach down below.
Shadows become the light
Here where we toys reside
Reality is just a dream
For all the toys like me.
We hate our plastic bones
Our bones and gears creak inside our chests
Our chests forever cold
A cold and maddening descent
Descending down so far
Down farther till there is nothing left
We’re left here in the dark, the dark
We play to forget.
This is our penitentiary
Boarded away from the world
Where we want to be.
Lock the tote
Throw away the key
And let our game resume
Down in the pitch-black room.
Reality is just a dream
For all the toys like me.
We hate our plastic bones
Our bones and gears creak inside our chest
Our heads forever hollow
A hollow and maddening ascent
Ascending up so far
Up further till there is nothing left.
We’re left here in the dark, the dark
We play to forget, we play to forget.
Come now, play with us
As we sing our songs
Down down sing with us
Stuck on replay. Pause.
We hate our plastic bones
Our bones and gears creak in our chests
And hearts forever cold
A cold and maddening descent
Descending down so far
Down farther till
There is nothing left
We’re left here in the dark, the dark
We play to forget.
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By Katarina Milbridge
Laying in the soft grass with my cousin
Looking at the bright blue sky
We name the clouds and what they look like
We ride our bikes till we can’t pedal anymore.
We run through the sprinkler to cool down
Then we lay in the bright sun for warmth.
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