MPitS   Leggett Valley High School
2007/2008

The Rejuvenation of Spring

The smell of dewy mint

The calm of blossoms passing with the breeze

The euphoria of reality

The beauty of citrus

The refreshing daze that is spring

The crack of ball on bat

The pitter-patter of flip flops  

The bliss of blinding light

The weightlessness

The pip in every step

The purity of wellness

The numbness of feeling

The restart of sensory

The cushion of foliage

The ecstasy of a grass stain

Shelby Kelley
11th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

 

What Would You Ask Your Ancient Ancestors?

Were you cold on the winter day?

Could you hear the marching outside?

Were there bombs in the sky?

Could you feel the hate in the air?

Did you hear the screams fill up what 

you wanted to say?

Would you go back and mourn those who died?

Did you turn back and want to cry?

Would you help them because you did not care?

Would you risk your life to save another?

Would you break your bread for a starving child

and her mother?

Did you fear for your life because you did not follow?

Is that why you escaped with the tears you could not swallow?

Isabel Zavala
12th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

 

 

My True Country Poem

The trees grow tall

The ferns are green

Breezy mist covers all

A snatch of wind ruffles the leaves

Creating waves on the grass

The chilled air begins to grieve

Near the crest I climb

My insides all a flutter

My raspy breathing keeping time

One last step to the top

My goal laid out before me

Exhilaration

Julian Quinn
9th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

 

Native American Ancestry

Foreign white men...

Their type of clothing and awkward ways

To take your land and use your goods

Invading your people, to provide slavery or dominance

What did you do? 

How did you react?

Killing your surroundings,

abusing the land

What did you eat?

Where did you sleep?

Setting up camps, burning your villages

Would you go back to reminisce upon your loved ones?

Bringing new ways of living

Forcing a different religion upon you

Such inhumanity and selfish souls

To have to watch your children's tears

Wanting life how it was before

How did you make it through?

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you did

I just want to know about your past

So these are some questions I 

needed to ask.

Billie Ann Shaw
10th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

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My true country is where the warm

breeze blows through my hair

where I can hear the waves crash

onto the soft shore.

My true country is where I can

see the birds pick at whatever comes

out of the sea

and where the fish jump

out of the water one by one.

My true country is where I can

feel the sun beating down on

my face.

Where I can feel the smooth

sand slowly get stuck between

my tiny toes.

My true country is where I can

smell the fresh air and think

of whatever comes to mind.  

Jansri Hardi   
9th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

Poem After Hearing Susan Griffin's "The Way We Stand"

You watch uncomprehending as we stand together.

You have no idea what it was like,

our friendship and caring.

We stand strong, walking on the same ground,

our roots entwined underneath the great earth.

Together we stand, through the same storm,

the same rains and the same agonies.

While you had no one to care for you 

when all was lost.

Our long branches that came together

helped each of us when we wanted to fall.

When you had no arms to fall into

when the time came for tears.

If we could we would reach out to you as well,

show you the soil we stand in,

plant you in among us.

But you resist with empty threats

too scared for compassion...

afraid of what it might cost you.

But if we work together,

put one foot after the other,

you could understand this feeling.

The joys it brings us...and the sorrows.

To be able to think and be alike,

to laugh together after the storm has passed,

think on it, my friend, your roots will be small

but time will make them larger.

Violet Bell
11th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 

 

Poems About Hands

They pick up the solid black body

and slide the studded strap over my shoulder

They plug in the cable

and twist and turn the knobs to the correct settings

They touch the pick and from memory

glide across the silver frets as fast as lightning

They produce the brutal riffs, heavy leads,

and technical breakdowns,

speaking their own magical language

They hold countless possibilities

and have an infinite memory

Liberty Williams 
10th Grade, Leggett Valley High
Dan Roberts, Poet Teacher

 


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