Writing From the Road: Roseau, Minnesota

Poems from Nic Johnson, Aaron Huglen, Alika Espe, Luke Tangen, Adam LePard, Aaron Loken, Jayda McFarlane, and Kate Dahl.

 

Joy Is Like Water
By Nic Johnson

 

It fills our body,

during a basketball game

 

It keeps us alive,

we all need it

 

It runs out,

on a dry gloomy day

 

It can change

in a matter of minutes

 

It can be found 

all around the world.

 

 

Swimming
By Nic Johnson

Refreshing on a hot day,

at a lake,

or a pool,

as you dive through the water

you can feel your ears pop

and the wetness of your skin,

every stroke,

you climb further to the other side,

once you hit the end

your eyes burn from all the water,

then you turn around

and start over,

now swimming faster 

your arms hit the water harder,

and the splash,

sounding like an explosion

under water.

 


By Aaron Huglen

 

I
miss my classmates and the joy they bring.

I
miss the teachers and their simple lessons they teach.

I
miss the feeling of putting the Roseau jersey on and giving it my

all
with my teammates on the ice.

I
miss the town.

 

 

I Miss the Ocean
By Alika Espe

 

I miss the ocean,

The waves crashing

Onto the beach

The seagulls squawking

In the distance.

I miss the shouts

Of children as they find

A little hermit crab,

Innocent in its home.

I miss the holes

We’d dig on the beach,

the sandcastles, and

burying each other.

I miss the joyous laughter

As someone falls in the water.

I miss the shells

I’d find sitting on

A blanket atop the sand.

I miss the sun,

The way it would

Shine off of my tanned skin,

And squinting my eyes

To see past the rays,

Glittering off the water.

I miss the ocean.

 

Freedom Like Concrete
By: Luke Tangen

 

Many people have it, but never think about how much better it makes life.

 

It must be properly prepared in order for it to not to fracture.

 

Many people have it, but never think about how much better it makes life.

 

It supports structure all over the world and those without it often crumble.

 

Many people have it, but never think about how much better it makes life.

 

It is hard to maintain and people pay countless dollars to make and protect it.

 

Freedom is like concrete, many people have it but never think about those who don’t.

 

Summer Days
Adam LePard

I miss the warmth of the air

and the cold of the water.

I miss the wind in my face

as I am being towed behind the boat.

I miss the freedom of riding

my bike through the trees.

I miss exploring the woods

with my brothers.

I miss reeling in the big ones

from the dock.

I miss the smell of

pine needles and fresh air.

I miss my cabin

during summer days.

 

 

Chicago

By Aaron Loken

All of the bright lights,

Cars, taxis, bike, and buses

Where are they going

Who are the meeting

Do they even know

 

The lights, all of the

energy needed for the lights.

Energy in every footstep,

Every vehicle

Every building.

 

I miss the constant noises

From people talking to horns honking

The sirens, who are they chasing

What did they do

Millions of footsteps

 

Millions, Millions everywhere

Millions of dollars

Millions of shoes

Millions of texts

Millions of unspoken thoughts

 

I Miss
By Jayda McFarlane

I miss the way the grass smelled in the morning, How it shined with dew I miss the way the birds filled the berry tree.

 

I miss the way you said good-bye with a hug and kiss, Me remembering how you looked and smelled I miss the way you picked out your shoes and coat.

 

I miss the way she barked and wined for food, Teasing her by pouring the half cup slowly I miss the way she finished the food in five seconds.

 

I miss the way I watched all the cars go by, Waiting to turn on to the highway I miss the way Lindsay and I sang to my CDs.

 

I miss the way we all counted down, waiting for it to end, Hoping that school will be done soon I miss the way we wished that our dreams will come true.

 

I miss the way we all said our good-byes, Signing the yearbooks I miss the way we all said our good-byes.

 


Home
By Jayda McFarlane

House
Of
Memories, good and
Evil 

 

I Didn’t Know
By Kate Dahl

I didn’t know how much I loved coming home, to both of my parents, in one house.

Not having to worry about whether I’m here or there, always knowing, here is home, home is here.

 

I didn’t know I loved coming home and seeing the whole family, together.

I miss it.

I miss my dogs.

I miss not worrying about things.

I miss having two parents and two brothers.

But I didn’t know how much I’d love having another mom and two more siblings.

I didn’t know how much I’d actually enjoy having a sister around.

 

I didn’t know how much better life would be, but now I do.

I do know how much I love it all.

Having a stem-mom and three brothers instead of two having a sister, having two places to call home instead of one, I can’t go back now and I don’t think I would even if I could.

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