Poems from 1st Hour

Roseau High School, Sophomore Class

Naming the Stars

By Ethan Tesarek

 

Strange star

Majestic

Great

Brightest star.

 

The Woods

By Jared Ostroski

 

So peaceful and plentiful

Tree, plants, bushes and berries

An occasional scared squirrel

The scrunching of stale sticks

The beautiful sight f the wonderful woods

The crisp cool air in your lungs

Then it comes to an end.

 

The Lake

By David Nelson

 

The lake is calm, cool in the morning

Not a sound om the lake

Except the laughter we have.

Three hours later everyone

On the lake is very vivacious

Skiing and tubing—how treacherous

The fall.

 

Baseball

By Trevor Sprague

 

As a baseball player it is like this

Touching that field.

Uniform on

Ready to touch that ball

Hoping you don’t mess up

You hear the ting

The ball is in the air

You start running

Almost there

You leap and reach out

The ball is in your glove.

 

In the Early Morning

By Aiden Braun

In the early morning

The orchard was quiet

 

The chickens were outside

Clucking and pecking away

 

It was a nice place

Quiet by not too dull

 

It was dry as always

The dirt cried for water.

 

As the sun set

The chickens slept.

 

Theater

By Aiden Kompelien

 

Its packed

A new movie has come out

People get rowdy as the workers rush

 

Fresh smell of popcorn

Beautiful and buttery, slightly salty

 

Now to find a seat

The chairs are squeaky

Comfy and cool.

 

The movie begins

Blaring bass fills the room.

The audience is left heartbroken

At the end.

 

Home

By Tristan Anderson

 

Memories woven through everything

A sandbox, long overtaken by weeds

A garden given up on, for surplus rainfall.

Underneath the house where eight puppies were born.

My bedroom, so many forts erected there.

The dining room, where I learned to count.

Dancing on our Wii in the living room.

The driveway, missing the bus a couple times.

My home, where so many memories lie.