MPitS - Laytonville High School

MPitS

Laytonville High School
2005/2006

Welcome To The Real World

Welcome to the realworld

here borders do not exist

here there is only sea and wind

     and rough sand

The sea is honest

it knows no lies

all it can be is what it is

so it keeps flowing

until far past its bedtime

The wind is harsh

all it knows are lies

and that is all it has become

so it keeps blowing

swirling, with no direction

far past its will

The sand tires

and clutches to the earth

the sun warms it

and without effort

it waits

and breathes

Here

borders do not exist

the sand

and the wind

and the sea

blend together

to create a shapeless movement

waiting

Janelle S
11 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

My True Country-

My true country?

I feel empty with out time

    with out space

      I don't know

        who

      I am

What is truth anyway

my life has been ripped apart

    away from reality

and I am asked

   this question about me

    I can't answer it

My true country may be

   in the thought of my future

When will I be far from

where I am today

I will be happy?

   I never am

My true country was ripped

   away from me

when I was young

I can't have it back

it's gone

I don't belong

in this time

   in this place

Please tell me

    What

is my true country?

Please, let me know

Ruth Shumake
11 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

Ancestors-

Dear true mother, hello first father

would you ever believe or think

I would be across that ocean

and still have your almond eyes

and long eye lashes and see a

whole different world. A world

free of your types of exact pairs

but see a new form of them

That I would be here but not

follow your ways but still share

your ideas and thoughts and

likes and dislikes at one

time or another

I want to thank you for what you

have given me without knowing it

was ever given. I want to

appreciate what you went through

so our name could still be written

Separated a thousand times by

walls, weapons, and religious

order. Your children's children

did have the power and will

to go on. And I look back at

you now and want to thank you

for allowing me to exist and be

someone I am so proud to be

Saskia D
11 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

Borders

No longer can I tolerate your

                   ignorance,

allow for your arrogance.

No longer can I take your cruelty

your inexplicable self worth.

I've drawn the line

    set forth my boundaries.

These borders which I've created,

    you shall not pass.

No more questions

    and no more lies.

You've gone too far

    no longer can I trust.

Trust that you will love,

trust in your respect for all others.

My guard is up

    my wit is armed

Ready to attack

    to stand and fight back

New borders have been set

    this is no game

I guarantee the truth

   I'd dare not exaggerate

The importance of the line

   which I have drawn in the sand

The necessity of these boundaries

   these borders which I have drawn

Not another word

   The hourglass has run out

   and so has your time

Not another word

   the borders have now closed.

Amanda Craver
11 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

My True Country

My true country is behind the shouts, standing in the hot summer sun, rubbing the rosin into my rope for the first time this season. As I take my seat the adrenaline starts to flow, I say my prayer and wrap my hand in the rope. I can't hear a thing and all I can see is the bull's shoulders. As I nod for the gate to open, the last thing that goes through my mind is "what the hell am I doing?" I try my best to stay in the middle, but as fate would have it, I end up in the dirt. Hooves crash down all around my head, I get to my feet and run back to the shouts. Everyone knows it didn't go as planned. All I have is wounded pride, and I wait for tomorrow to do it again.

Josh
10 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

River

My true country never stops.

It's always moving always refreshing

It's a relentless force rolling, splashing and crashing over boulders.

Sandy tailouts where the creature waits to overcome this force with its determination to become.

To become new again

to achieve its lifelong goal

of regeneration.

Kevin
10 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

I AM

I am the air escaped from a tired one's yawn

I am the scared mouse in the corner of the closet

I am the green grass that gets stepped on everyday

I am the reflection in the mirror, the virtual image, lost and longing to find the real one.

I am the last dish in the drainer, waiting to be put away

I am lost, I am scared

I am the roar in the lion's warning

I am the strong breeze on a cool fall day

I am the boulder above the water

I am strong, I am being pushed around and will not allow it anymore

I am the weak cry in a strong person's plea

I am the sharp thorn on the beautiful rose

Courtney
10 th Grade, Laytonville High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

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