2004/2005
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Laytonville High School 2004/2005 |
How can so much power
start with silence?
Awaiting the devastating
effects of the weather.
Work will be suspended
wood is gathered and dry
awaiting the darkness
of the storm.
We try to predict it
but nature is wild
cannot be tamed
not by the strength
of the sun, but by
the strength of time.
Awaiting the bright light
to penetrate within
bringing heat
without the contribution
of wood to keep
lonely souls warm
awaiting a new cycle.
Matthew Benett
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
It's raining hard, powers out, we're stuck in the house, trees snapping, creek rising and the road's closed now. Haven't had one of these in a while, so I wasn't prepared even if my neighbors were scared. Heat is out too and my animals are shivering with cold drafts going down their spines, wish I could bring them in the house where it's warmer, got blankets and dry food to put in their mouths. I guess I'll just listen to the storm climax, nothing else to do unless I walk or run around, follow the tracks, the trails the elk tear up, the ones the hogs roam in packs. I come back from that loud state of mind, before I had peace, before the storm's winds increase, now my imagination is released.
Tony Casillas
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Rapidly moving through
mother nature lets us
know she's there
Dark and gloomy
she makes the air
She interrupts our day
because she has something
to say. Rain pours
thunder strikes, she
demands respect.
Screaming wind howling
through the trees.
I give her respect
while dying on my knees.
Brad P
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
your strength doesn't leave you
in a heavy storm
you stand and oppose
and do not recognize
what is going on
while you feel glad
to be independent and free
you silently lean on the wind
without it you might fall in the mud
with nothing left to say
Maren Kusday
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Children Of The Red Sky
ozone spikes the air with energy
apprehension and urgent expectancy
we converge to the epicenter
all centralized into what will become
a tropical typhoon, hot, humid, insanity
pummeling from all directions
thunder strikes from the sky
and explodes from the earth to meet itself
in the center
the light goes out, everyone feels blood
knows it exists in them, in this maelstrom
of passionate fury, heartfelt anger
the real soul in the dark
we are a family of chaos, the sons, the daughters
the children of the hurricane and gale force wind
and when the clouds part
and the red sun shines in the red sky
we disperse into solitude and desperation
to once again wait
to rebuild our red energy
until our storm comes again
Frankie
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Crossroads
Silent drumming
surging through my bursting veins
naked laughter
dancing limberly to the beat of my heart
Powerful emotions
shaping and twisting my virgin mind
my souls structure
serpentine from the knowledge of life
Innocence being corrupted
my soft inner thoughts
tinged with a lingering darkness
Shadowed truths
running dangerously through my fiery skin
Educated to truth
bastardized to lies
A choice between the soul
or the mind
black corruption lingering at this crossroad
Blinded to the love of life
numb to my burning body
Patty
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Ranching
Ranching is my life
My horse is my friend
My cattle; my responsibility
The saddle is where I spend my time
The open range is my horizon
My dogs are my hands
as is my rope
The coyote on the wind is
a happy reminder of who I am
The barn is a sanctuary
My spurs are a savior
getting me out of a tight situation
The stars are my artwork
The campfire; my light and warmth
The guitar is the music of my soul
My brand marks my possessions
My fences are my safety
for my herd and all that is mine
The buckle I wear on my belt is my pride
The morning coffee is my comfort
Ranching is in me; it is my life
Jamie
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Drawing
Erase this Erase that
shaping and forming
draw this draw that
eliminating and adjusting
looks good no it doesn't
change it
wonder if I did this line here
if it would look better
should I color it?
red, green, blue?
one color or two
Accelerating, shifting, driving to the next line
brake and curve around the corner that moves faster
and faster into vibrant colors of reds and blues
Heather Vigil
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Art
A world full of shades of black and white
a newspaper text, plain and dull
I pick up a pencil
I fall deeper and deeper
my mind, the world around me
become a blur
The sounds around me
become a whispered murmur
I feel as though nothing matters
the drama, crime, and disgust of the world
become nothings
The newspaper is no longer blank
instead full of colorful scribbles and doodles
I am enthralled
I am bound
I am one
with my art
Jove
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
When I am sitting alone
and the world is spinning around
me I take out my pad and
pen and start to write. The whole
world seems to disappear along with
all the problems that come
with it. It all is now scribbled
down on a piece of paper. When-
ever I feel like my world is
caving in I disappear to my writing
and music and that's the last
anyone sees of me for
a while or until I come back
to reality
Misty Miranda
Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
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