Friday, December 12, 2014

Fort Randall Dam Poem


We drive in
with camper and boat lined
up like a train
we meet our friends
me and my friends
go down below
the dam
we fish
my friend gets a snag
he keeps pulling
you can hear the fishing pole,
WHOP!
AHHHH!
the pole broke
and hit him like
a whip in the back
he's crying
we see his back
WOW!
it looks like a whip 
did hit him
his mom calms him down
it was his
dad's pole
afraid that 
his dad would be mad
he tells him
his mom backs him up
his dad understands
we gather around
the campfire
use the Can Cooker
I'm dared to eat
a minnow cooked
FINE!
I put the minnow
in the can
put it over the
fire
it's crispy when i took a bite out of it
it tastes horrible
the next day
we ride in the back
of the pickup
haul the boat
to the dock
we see Darik
and his family
we load the boat
in the water
and drive away
we get by a cove
put our life jackets
on and SPLASH!
we float
when we leave
we put our lifejackets
on the motor cover
we look back
one lifejacket
flew away
we were sad
went for a ride
in the boat
life is good
on the Missouri river
in Nebraska

Ode to Nebraska

Snowmobiling
like a coyote
running
across a prairie
four wheeling
like a monster
tearing up the sand

Nebraska's

Capital- Lincoln
Governor- Pete Ricketts
Bird- beautiful, majestic, Meadowlark
Flower- crazy golden rod
sprouting up everywhere
known- hunting, like a mountain lion tracking a gopher
Nebraska, one of kind state

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Persona poem-
the inzone is yelling
pick me, pick me
run on my face
stomp on me
please just run to me
I want to play football too
without me no one would win
My body says Nebraska
It's lettering is like a tattoo
I soak up the sun in the day
and lay down at night
waiting, waiting
for a touchdown

video

Monday, December 8, 2014

"Nebraska" Football

The players
coming out of the tunnel walk
the crowd
yelling
the memorial stadium
that seats beyond
85,000 Nebraskans
home of the huskers
since 1923
record breaking sellouts
reached 325 games
in 2012
no football game
beats
the Husker's crowd

Friday, December 5, 2014

Winter

Cold
snowmobile handle warm
warm engine

the smell of nature
gasoline
exhaust

looks like, white
snowmobiles everywhere
Black Hills, South Dakota
trails
the orange snowmobile I ride

The sound of wind whipping
on vast praries
engine revving

tastes like coffee
water
pancakes

Rhyming Poem

He shot the gun
at a hamburger bun
it was his target
but now he runs to the market
tannerite was in the fridge
it's on the bridge
he takes his aim
now see's a ball of flame
boom!
metal flew past him in a zoom
he takes his gun
now on a dead run

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Wrestling is a stress ball

Wrestling is a stress ball
relieves anger
the harder you try
the more stress relieving
it is
wrestling gets tiring
like a stress ball
squeezed every second all day
don't squeeze to hard
or be cocky
or you will lose

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Found Poem from Dr.Pausch

                                His final lecture
                                Just in case
                                We have to play the hand
                                We must be prepared
                                With no morose
                                On our face
                                That is
                                He's in a better place
                                Just let him go
                                Don't worry
                                Soon
                                You will see him soon