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I Am a Ribbon
I am a ribbon
Shining in the sun
And silky like the cloth.
I am a reflection of my mother and father
You can see their sorrows in my eyes.
My blood flows like boiling
Fiery lava when I'm enraged.
My body is a mirror
Of society's monotonous trends
But always yearning to be an original
I feel I'm in a universe
That's like a spinning dradel
Faster and faster
Then slowly residing.
I feel I'm in a solar-system
That would be useless without gravity
And so would I.
My mind is like a horror movie
And I can never find the remote
To change it.
My heart reflects memories
All I posses are memories.
Ana Victoria G
12th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet teacher: Chris Olander
On The Drag StripOn the drag strip
You hear my engine roar.
I accelerate like a lion
Chasing the gazelle.
I press down the gas
Shift to the next gear.
Ever time I drop a gear
My stomach drops more and more.
My red paint glistens
Just like the sun.
I see the white blur
Behind me trying to keep up.
This is my first victory
And I love the taste.
Down at the drag strip
At my very first drag race.
Caleb F
12 grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
poet teacher: Chris Olander
My PapaI remember
Fishing in the lake, with you.
I remember
Driving a tractor, with you
You taught me,
How to shoot a gun
You showed me
How to be a gentleman.
You let me,
Bend the rules a little,
It was fun,
The good times we had,
But now you're gone,
I guess God needed a friend.
I will always remember,
The day our families gathered,
Mourning the death, celebrating the life,
Of My Papa.
Travis J
11th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet Teacher: Chris Olander
SleepI stand outside of my apartment
Waiting for something to go by
Biding my time as cars wind
Into pools of unending color
Sending bright reflections deep into my eye
The sounds of the car engines
And tires on the street
Send rhythmic vibrations
Through the soles of pacing feet
The people passing by me
Utter phrases barely heard
Their speech blurred
Like a thousand cows in herd.
No object here to handle
HUge patches of rock no grass two trees
A bunch of sounds the emptiness a shock
The mix of diesel fumes and gasoline
Never a more noxious team playing on my senses
Like a great scarlet train of steam.
Reminding me of books long ago
Read with thoughts of magic
And where unseen places grow
From this I learned
Through the night all colors fade
For there is no light
All people and sounds mentioned
Fade into pools of dreams
In a darkened torpor
Sleep the greatest ascension.
Chris L
12th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet Teacher: Chris Olander
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