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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Heaven
   by Dara Reed
   Grade 9, Ronan High School

In the winter the land seems frozen,
Encased in crystal ice,
But you can watch from my warmth drenched house,
the fire feels so nice.

I always wake up to thunder,
It’s the horses running outside.
I have to get out of my warm bed to feed them,
And it’s cold because the sun likes to hide.

My grandma’s always cooking,
I’m surprised it’s not her name.
And if I gained twenty pounds,
Well I know just who I’d blame.

Winter fades so slowly,
And summer turns to fall.
But my favorite time is in the spring,
When the babies start to call.

The mountains are ever looming,
sheilding us from harsh storm.
They sheild us just like a mother would sheild,
Her very first new born.

The barn is always welcoming,
I work there everyday.
But when I was little,
That was the best place you could play.

I live here in seclusion,
Others may wonder why.
But if they ever moved here,
This is where they’de want to die.

Friday, October 15, 2004

3rd Avenue
   by Bethany Kosola
   Grade 9, Ronan High School

My neighborhood is very modest
the houses not fancy and stylish nor old and ugly.
Just normal looking houses with nicely groomed yards,
and mine a modest blue one with three bedrooms, one bathroom
and a humongous, spacious, and lusciously green yard.

When I look around I see mountains, tall beautiful trees,
and cars parked in front of every house.
I can smell sweet green grass, moist dirt,
and sometimes the smell of freshly fallen rain drifts through my house.
The sounds of lawnmowers go errrrr in the summertime
and the shovels scraping snow ring out in the winter.

When I need a ride to somewhere, Georgia will take me.
When we run out of room in our garbage can
our neighbors lets us put a couple of our bags in theirs.
While we are gone for the weekend and out of town
all of my neighbors watch over our house.
When we are outside and working in the yard all the neighbors say hi.

Living here makes me feel safe and protected,
no beak-ins, theft, or destruction of property.
It is a place that I feel loved and is a place I call home.
People who aren’t from here don’t realize what kind of neighborhood we are.
Sometimes I wish I could move to the country
all secluded away from town life
but I am becoming very fond of this place.
This is one of a kind 3rd avenue SE in Ronan, MT.

My Wonderous Living Place
   by Kayla Duell
   Grade 9, Ronan High School

	the walk home
	the view with every sunset
	the Moise hills

Thursday, October 14, 2004

My Homeland(ish)
   by Kenny Barnaby
   Grade 9, Ronan High School

	the post office and the lake
	my younger dog. I’m not sure how many different breeds he is.
	And here is my dearly not-so-departed older dog.

I live in a quiet, secluded town surrounded by hills and lake
It’s a place that can calm my nerves after school
for the last five or six years
The people here don’t know me
and probably never will
Being here makes me feel like I’m trapped in serenity

The best thing is the quiet in the winter
The worst, the people that come in the summer but only stay for the weekend
The land is a perfect collage of trees, water, and hills
I look around and see a group of houses barely big enough to be a town
I can smell an air that is thick with seclusion

The sounds of the highway often ruin my train of thought
My neighbors are strangers to me
People who aren’t from here don’t understand how good it is to live here
Sometimes I want to sit by the lake and forget everything
I’ve learned that when the lake recedes in winter,
it exposes boulders that are ideal for sitting on and listening to the quiet

I think I am becoming attached and don’t want to leave
Living here I’ve come to know that peace and quiet
make great living conditions
I’ve been living in the seclusion long enough
to have developed an immunity to annoyance

If you came here you’d pretend you didn’t notice the town
but the most important thing you’d need to know
is that the stereotypes about it are wrong

One of a Kind
   by Terinee McCready
   Grade 9, Ronan High School

	Children playing at the daycare
	walking home after daycare
	Extention of SKC college

I live in a neighborhood unlike any other.
No other neighborhood is exactly the same
and mine is a place that is quiet and loud, sad and happy.
The people here are friendly and kind.

When I look around I see smiling children,
Houses reflecting the sun,
So bright that you can barely look at them.

The people here are welcoming and nice.
Sometimes I think that I want to move
But then I realize that I know everybody here
And here is the place for me.

Growing up here I have come to understand
That you have to get to know your neighbors before you can label them
Because there is so much to learn about them,
you can’t assume that somebody or something is going to bad
Just based on what you see.
There are so many new things here to know and to learn
And if you always just take someone’s word for it
And never find out for yourself
How much better it is
To just find out for yourself.