2004/2005
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Willits High School 2004/2005 |
Barrel Racing
My true country is barrel racinggetting into the saddle
so nervous about what is going to happen next
feeling like it might go all wrong
getting into the arena
waiting for the judge to say go
holding the reins
feeling the reins ripping at my hands
the wind hitting my face
the hot sun gleaming on my back
turning around the barrels
trying to stay on
feeling the horses' muscle tighten
up around each barrel
finally over
what a great rush
Noelle Moody
9 th Grade, Willits High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
My true country is within me, it is all around me
My true country is the thunder
My true country is with the wind, free, wild, untamed
My true country is the stone, the earth, strong and unmoving
My true country is dancing flames
My true country is like the flowing streams and the mighty ocean
My true country, I take it with me always
Alex Alty
9 th Grade, Willits High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
My true country is feeling free
Riding my horse makes me feel free
Being challenged and not being held back
Able to fly as fast as I can
The horses beat wakes it feels like a heart beat
Being timed to see how fast they go,
not as fun as being let go
Going out to an open field
nothing to pull back on
nothing to make it stop
It stops when it is ready
nothing holding it back
Its heart beating over and over
nothing to hold on to
Arms out in the wind
No one says no
It will never hurt me
I let it free
That is my true country
Courtney Figg-Hoblyn
9 th Grade, Willits High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
My country is when I am pitching on the field, fans yelling and screaming. My teammates cheering me on. I throw my curveball to strike the batter out. We win the game, the fans go wild. That is my country, pitching in crucial games. Looking at the runners taking their leads, knowing that they can steal the next base. I am untouchable, in my own little world on the mound. When I strike the batters out I feel that it's my game and that nobody can take it away from me. Pitching is my country.
Chris Sironi
10 th Grade, Willits High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
Hands
Everytime I look at them I feel like they are always gonna be there, throughout the day, throughout my life. Sometimes I feel like they're the only things in my life I need. I love going to work knowing that I can do what I want to do because of my hands.
My hands hold my mothers face when she is down.
My hands keep people safe, take care of my baby brother- when I tickle him he laughs.
My hands wake me up in the morning to turn my alarm off, put on my clothing and make up to go to school.
My hands tell me when I'm opening the door, "You are entering life." That's how I feel when I open the door and go out. Your hands, my hands, that's what's there for us.
Jenny Villegas
11 th Grade, Willits High School
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher
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