Write On: Poems By Grace
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October 20, 2023
Poetry by: Grace Arnesen
Roseau Community School
Mrs. Olsen’s Sophomore English
The airport
I love the airport,
All of the busy people buzzing around.
I hate the airport
And all of the busy people and their sound
The smell of the food
And the fresh coffee that brews
The smell of the food
that consumes the whole room
People settled down
All happy and filled with excite
Oh how anxious I am
And overtaken with fright
Its time to board
I can hardly wait
Its time to leave
For this landing I can’t wait
The window to see all that we past
And the place that I'm leaving filled with memories that last
The window to look at the thousands of feet
Thankful I’m leaving and for this time will be my last
I love the airport and I can’t wait to leave again
I hate the airport and will never be leaving again.
Memories
They fill your head throughout the days
Your childhood best friend and all the times you've played
The smell of your mom’s food on a cold winter's night
Or Christmas times filled with all of the fancy lights
The summers of endless sun and the long days of fun
Or the cold rainy nights with thunder and fright
The sweet smell of the grass and the noise all around
The bright blue sky with the bright yellow sun
As the clouds dance around as it slowly turns night
The pink and purple sunsets when the day is all done
Your friends of the past whose lives have moved on
The times at the lake which were your whole world
The fresh breeze of the water drifting your way
When you're on the beach reminiscing as you lay
Rain
The sweet fresh fragrance as the storm finally passes
Rain
The sound of the heavy drops hitting your window
Rain
The birds coming out to play in the puddles while you wait for it to dry
Rain
The rainbows appearing across the way
Rain
The dark skies turning light blue as the clouds run away
Rain
The sky dancing each day as the clouds and the colors change
No sunset or cloud every the same
The seasons coming and going each year as they slowly fade into one another
Year to year everything changing but all the same
Going, going.. Ground
The sounds of the bright sun colored cars speeding around and the others just trying to get to work
The honking, tires screeching, engines revving as cars speed around, exhaust everywhere you turn
People all over, casual conversations to the casual walks on the busy streets as they throw the trash by their feel and move on
The bright lights going green, yellow, red, and then back again, the lights contaminate and overtake everything.
The sounds of the birds flying in the vibrant orange and yellow leaves
The smell of fall is all around
It consumes you and all you do
As you crush the leaves you walk on below
So careful not to disrupt the beauty and nature that surrounds you
The slight breeze comes and you stand there to watch more golden yellow leaves
Going, going.. Ground
Its the Fair
The smell of donuts and fries in the air
The food and lemonade everywhere you turn
Its the fair.
The sounds of the creaky rides and the worn out stands
Its the fair
People and kids running everywhere for the few days that summer is the best
Its the fair
The top of the ferris wheel looking down at all the bright lights as summer comes to an end
Its the fair
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