Poems by: Thoren

Poems by: Thoren Burroughs

Roseau Community School

Mrs. Olsen’s Sophomore English

My Morning World:

In the morning, getting up early, the sun did not even arise on the black night. Getting up off the floor boards, like sandpaper on wood, “swoosh swash.” with each step. Making my way to the kitchen starting at the stovetop, as I open the fridge, it makes a sound of glass and plastic going “clink, clank, clash!” I grabb the egg’s, I set them on the pan to hear butter and grease sizzle and pop.

Then I take a kettle and boil some water; while waiting, I go to the window’s opening. And upon opening...