Poems from 5th Hour
Roseau High School, Sophomore Class
By Damien Larson
Snow, a slippery word
When balled it can
Be fun to play
With, when wet
It is very much
Easier to pack.
By Josie Johnson
The climbing tree I used as a child
The single dead, yet sturdy branch
Used to begin climbing, branches
Wrapping around like a spiral staircase
High into the sky, feeling tall.
I could see over the top of the house.
Enjoying the view and the fresh air.
Getting away from my house and
My siblings. An escape from regular life.
A change in my point of view.
By Brock Monsrud
I wait in my boat with my rod.
I grab a worm and put it on my hook.
I talk to my family while I wait.
I take a bite of my grandma’s sandwich.
I feel a fish biting my hook.
I set the hook very hard on the fish.
The sun is glaring off the water.
The wind has a bitter chill to it.
I deal with y grandpa’s jokes.
The boat rocks back and forth.
By Isaac M
To me fishing is hanging out
With family and/or friends and catching
Some fish. The different types of
Fish baits and hooks we used in the past.
How we used to own a couple of boats
And go fishing literally every weekend. Reeling
In the big fish and having it fight back or
The bad feeling of losing a nice one.
In the Parking Lot
By Elizabeth Danielson
Family all in one car
Four sisters and a brother in the back.
Dad driving in the parking lot
Spinning the car in circles
The children are laughing and smiling
Like they’re on a roller coaster.
The door flies open
The wind captures the youngest sister
Pulling her out of the car at a rapid pace
Throwing her on the ground coaxing the blood.
Screaming from the children in the car
Crying from the little ones
Running to get her.
The scar by her eye never faded.
Coffee hot or iced, almond milk
Come in, clock in change into shirt,
Help customers, putting whipped
Cream on top, have a nice day,
Cleaning up, make myself a coffee,
Four pumps caramel, ice, almond
Milk, four shots of espresso
In a drink that gets 2 caps
Straw, drink it, wait for more
Customers to come in, clean
Up and do it again next shift.
By Kate Helgeson
The place we go every year in the summer.
Family from across the country
Comes to the cabin on Lake Nebagamon.
It has been our second home for four generations.
Four cabins, all next to each other. Every time we
Go to the lake, we tube and ski—a must.
I still remember the sounds, smells, colors
Of the cabin. The motor smell of the speed
Boat, the smell of sunscreen, the taste
By Waylon Teague
Fishing is to go out into a lake
Or river, trying to catch a certain
Type of fish. Trying to catch your personal
Best fish. The suspense of when that monster
Fish might show up and bite your hook is immense.
The thrill of the bite and the hook is unspeakable.
The moment you land the fish is a rush of triumph