This post is poems from Ms. Olsen’s 5th hour class of sophomores, here in Roseau. Some fine writing here.
Roseau
By Jordan Dahl
It is flat.
As flat as a mat.
Unlike a top hat.
It is flat.
Simple
By Kyle Erickson
Birds chirping, pleasant silence
Warm rays of sunlight.
Simple chords, being home,
Green grass, lovely clouds,
Taking in the simple things.
Harmonies
By Joseph Roseen
Our heart beats to a rhythm
A rhythm we don’t know
The harmonies we make are our own.
Do not sing for us, they shine
Making their own heart from us
Crazy our harmonies make us
Crazy we have always been.
The harmonies we make, make us in return.
Though we think we know our harmonies
We only know the beat.
Spring
By Hayley Olson
Warm air, nice breeze, trees swaying
Wet puddles, less clothing, sandals, sunglasses
Reflecting, full white clouds overhead
Lakes and rivers cracking, mood changing
Getting restless waiting for summer Starting
School countdowns, spending nights watching
Baseball, driving around listening to music
With friends.
It’s Going to Happen
By Spencer Morrison
It’s going to happen.
The winters will be cold.
The fires will smolder.
It can’t be stopped.
The sun will burn.
The smoke will billow.
Pure
By Evie Johnson
Glacier is so pure.
The water tasting so clean.
The birds singing their harmonies.
The black bear strolling with her cub.
The waterfall echoes.
The sweet smell of grass.
The fields of flowers so simple.
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