Summer

 

Summer by Meridee

Long car rides

Orange and yellow cast on

The trees

Calm blue water in the

distance

Fresh breeze on your bare

skin

Sun reflecting off the

water

Family at the picnic

tables

Sleeping in a cabin

Waking to the delicious smell

of bacon

Jumping off the dock

Disturbing the calm silent water

 

An Unforgettable Summer

by Roxy (October 3, 2017)

Outside

Her grandparents’ house

in Redland

in the early evening

Roxy presses her bare feet

into the damp grass

woman chatting

little kids jump

on the trampoline

The smell of burgers

watching everyone

take their turn

setting off a firework

in the gravel

all of her family

together

Roxy feels

as if it’s a dream

 

Salt

by Hailie R. Peterson

(September 22, 2017)

 

In Florence, Oregon

On a warm day

The salty air

Encased Patience

The sky

Bright and blue

Without a cloud in sight

Sand was everywhere

Under her feet

The grainy feeling

The crisp view

Of the ocean

The trees sway

In the distance

The crows

Soar high

above our heads.

In awe

Patience took in the scenery

The mixture of the salty air

ATV fuel

Patience couldn’t stop smiling

 

Vacation

by Adolfo

(September 21, 2017)

 

Adolfo went to

Sinaloa, Mexico

During the winter

He was 14

And adventures

During the night

Very hot

Clear skies

Lots of fireworks

Loud noises

Beautiful colors

Lots of food

Tacos

Posole

Tamales

Feeling good

 

Water

By Shea

Estacada

North Fork

I’m about to turn 17

It’s a hot sunny day

A huge tube

That connects the main part of the lake

to a off shot

hat rolls under a road

The sky is a light blue

With a few white irregularities

The water is a like a mirror

Reflecting the rolling hills

of lush trees

the sound of people having fun

cars zooming past right behind

a small line at the jump

People all around

oooohhhhing  awwwhhhing

At the jumpers

Except for the occasional cringe

When someone flops

SPLAT

The water is deep

Cold

refreshing

I put the goggles on my wrist

get ready to jump

 

My House In Oregon

By Aaron Durham

 

Blue skies

And there is grass

And lots of gravel

It’s quiet here

And smells of chicken.

 

Dreaming

By Roxy (October 2017)

 

Roxy’s 18

at the Royal Bahamian

her feet sink into the wet sand

As the water brushes up against her feet

endless amounts of sky-blue water

waves brushing hard against rocks

Feeling completely relaxed

the smell of salt in the air

the taste of mango smoothie

Roxy sees herself

floating in the middle of the ocean

 

Lake Michigan

By Araina (October 2017)

 

standing on the lack shore

looking at the cool water

The hot sand

slipped through my toes

I stood in the hot sand

the hot sun on my back

the cool blue water

left were parents and teens

blankets, chairs, and umbrellas

right is the sight

umbrellas, blankets, chairs,

parents, and teens

parents were setting

up our blanket

set the basket

of food down.

told me I could go

swimming now

I took off

I jumper in

The warm water

 

BEACH DAZE

By Ren (October 4, 2017 )

 

As Olly stands on the shore

The vast blue ocean before them

they  sink into the sand

deeper and deeper

as the water washes away

the microscopic grains

from the bottoms of their feet

with each wave

The wind

Whips their hair

around across their face

Olly finally turns around

To meet the gaze of their mother

They both exchange happy smiles

And watch the sun retreat behind the water

The endless amount of stars come out

It’s been a great day

 

Water Poem

By Jamirk Becerra-Tovar

 

I’m at Santa Monica

Beach

standing on the warm

sand

looking at all the

baddies

one wearing a bright red

bikini

hearing the people screaming

with joy

the taste of the cool

Pepsi

in my mouth

the smell of baby back

ribs

being grilled

feeling

the warm breeze

 

Wild

By Jamirk Becerra-Tovar

 

Inside Wild Waves theme park

at the front of the line

of the Wild Thing roller coaster

all the bad females

with bikinis and booty shorts

screams of people

and smells of sugars

and cinnamon

elephant ears

they be grubbing on

and feeling hot

but also excited.

 

Seaside

By Adolfo (October 5, 2017)

 

I am 15 years old at

Seaside

My foot presses

into the warm sand

I see water,

sharks,

sea otters,

seashells

and even little sand dollars

Lots of people

are on the beach

I hear waves

in the background

Some far off sounds

birds and music

I feel happy to be here

I get a whiff of seafood

And at the end

we even got to go

to pig ‘n pancakes

 

“Mars”

By James (October 6, 2017)

 

This red planet

chad landed on

Was red and

Seemed to be

Deserted

 

Chad was most

Definitely in a sea

of red water

sHe reaches down

And touches the

Water

 

Surprised, chad

shot her hand out

Of the water… it

Was dry.

 

Celebrating life.

By Trinity (September 17, 2017)

 

In the back patio

with family

and friends

Mesa, Arizona

towards the end of summer

at 8pm.

The grounds wet

it’s night time

they just put up the blue lights outside

they remind me of christmas lights

everyone’s swimming

switching from the pool then back to the hot tub

everyone’s still in shorts and shirts

or swimwear

since arizona never stops being hot

all his friends

and family

are here there are 2 dogs

nikita and labella

and palm trees surround the house

Trinity hears the sound of music

and laughter

but shes  also able to hear crickets in the background surprisingly

we set off fireworks in his honor

Trinity still smells the burgers that were recently cooked

yet the smell of cigarettes over whelm it everytime

We try to get a whiff of another smell

there was occasionally crying here and there

hugs were given all around

and so many great stories were shared of him

my favorite

everyone said about him the whole night

was how no matter what car he got into

he always ended up crashing it by doing some dumb shit

Trinity  was extremely sad

but also so unbelievably happy

to be around these great people

soon the night ended

great memories have just stuck with me since the

 

Newport beach

By Trinity (October 2017)

Trinity is 12 years old

standing on the balcony at newport beach california

her foot presses onto the sandpaper concrete

it’s so warm that she has to run into the house to put on shoes

Trinity see tons of people on the boardwalk

almost everyone’s in swimsuits or shorts and t shirts

skateboarding riding bikes walking rollerblading etc

there’s tons of other beach houses surrounding us all

the seagulls in the sky and music blasting from almost every house

the smell of sea salt in the air

games like cornhole and horseshoes are played throughout all the sand

even kids building sandcastles

the main sound is laughter chatting

Off in the distance we can hear music lighters flicking, beers being opened, waves, and kids screaming in a playful way

the music is all different genres

from different houses

We  feel good

Trinitys  in a swimsuit and her dad’s oversized shirt

yet my body’s sticky from all the sunscreen

we smell burgers hot dogs summer foods

the sun baking on the asphalt

Trinity goes into the waves to surf

 

Good Times

By Haily Hughes (October 5, 2017)

 

The water at Riverside,

In the early evening

at the end of summer.

When me and my friends

got there we stood still because of all

the bees swarming us.

We looked around

and saw tons of trees covering us

we looked far out

saw the cold water

we were just about to face.

We sat our stuff down

as we were walking

we heard all the people jumping off

we could see the coldness coming our way

currents hitting us from the left side.

climbed one by one

on top of the barrels,

could straight up smell fish

Remember the good times we had.

 

Kathey

By Araina (September 2017)

 

sitting in the living room

mom on her left

grandma on the right

sitting in the living room

watching the news

sitting in the living room

to the left

the dark deck

to the right

the dark hall

Dark kitchen  

The dark front door

sitting in the living room

the smell lavender

spray in the bathroom

 

Peaceful

By Kayla (October 3, 2017)

 

Under the bridge

over the river

Looking out

at the blue sunny sky

and clouds

Looking down

at the dark water

occasional passing by boats

With Karly, sitting in peace

Feeling the breeze

on our skin

Throat dry and aching,

we forgot our water on the long walk

Standing on the cold metal

so many feet above the water

The sun shining on us,

soaking into our skin

As I fade away from this memory

The one thing that stays with me

Is the feeling of peacefulness

And calmness.

 

Summer Poem

By Shea (October 3, 2017)

 

Shea

Just stepped out of the doors

Of saint mary’s elementary

To an eruption of chatter

A nice lime green charger

With tinted windows

What car and who’s car is that

Just then the car let out a loud roar

And the window rolled down

His jaw dropped

His mom stuck her head

Out the window

GET IN

His heart was racing

He ran over

His mother and father told him to hop in

The car had that new car smell

The engine rumbled you to the bone

As he got in his brother and sister sat in suspense

His parents had another surprise

They turned around and told them

We’re going to disneyland

He knows he was supposed to be excited

But Shea doesn’t really know what for

They took off in an abrupt rumble

 

 

Crater Lake

By Hailie Peterson

 

Sitting on warm bricks

at a viewpoint

at Crater Lake

White clouds

Drift across

the blue sky

The towering

wine-colored walls

The charming blue water

brought it all together

Scurrying chipmunks

in the evergreen trees

Shuttering cameras

The sun warms

the top of my head

The dry air

parched my throat

I take a gulp

from my raspberry tea

My stomach rumbles

Turning around

my grandpa yells

“POSE!”
at my brother and me.

A grin comes across my face

 

Dirt

By Aaron B.

 

Aaron walks the dirt bike

down the tracks

in the woods.  

he see hills

up ahead.

He puts on his gloves

and his helmet

and starts the engine  

The ground feels

like its rumbling.  

 

Aaron takes off and feels his heart pounding

as he starts going faster and faster.

He slows to a stop

and lifts his helmet.

 He smells the dirt

swarming through the air.

 

 

Weaverville, California

by Talley

Rayden

sitting on top

of her dad’s Cadillac.

She can smell

the fourth-of-july

smoke.

She’s just graduated

high school a month ago.

parked just at the edge of the town

next to the car wash.

Fireworks throw rainbows

They light up the sky

and the mountains shine

for just a minute.


White River By C.J. Cypher

Green hills

against the blue sky

the sun almost at full shine

tumbleweed blowing by

small heated breeze

his bag sits

on the side of the river

string he added for detail

blowing in the wind

cattle in the field

small rushing

from the river

the river is white

the bottom

a silky sand

he feels like

he’s at home

in his blankets

BACKYARD SWIMMING POOL

(OAK GROVE)

by Mason Atkins

Four feet deep

in a backyard pool,

Fourth of July evening

the water splashes

The smell of chlorine

surrounds the bodies

Cold breeze

zooms through the air

dropping our body temperature

Climbing out

of the warm pool

wrapping a white towel

around my shivering body

dripping

all over the deck

THE BEACH

by Cheyenne Pence

Sky was standing on the beach

early in the morning.

The sand was cold

beneath her feet.

The sun was hiding

behind a thick layer

of light gray clouds.

A light breeze

was flowing through the air.

She listened to the sound

of small waves. 

Hailey, grandma, and uncle Gilbert

were starting to leave

so Sky followed

still hearing

those small waves.

The Ocean

by Cheyenne Pence


Standing on the beach

watching my cousin climb

the huge, steep rock

in front of me.

Dark gray clouds

covering the sky.

Loud, crashing waves.

The seagulls

talking to each other.

People splashing

in the nearby water.

A light breeze

on the cold day.

My cousin

now climbing down

the huge rock

and both of us

walking away

to explore

the rest of the beach.

 

Water

by Hailey L. Brummer


Evie stood on the side of the lake.

Looking at the clear rock filled water,

she could smell the woods that surrounded the area, the flowers.

The sky is blue and the dragon fly hovers just above the water.

The sand is hot between her toes,

as she bends down to dip her hand into the cool water.

The Beach

Yesenia M. Ochoa


The smell of coconut is sitting in the room,

the tan bedding makes me want to sink

into the pillows

and the room is sitting

on an ancient lava bed.

Outside, the gravel crunches

on my feet,

and i hear the waves crashing

onto the beach.

I hear laughter and voices

coming from the pool and dining area.

I smell the wonderful food

as it’s being lifted up

onto the buffet tables.

the beach is wide,

and has many small tide pools

The air is salty

and full of fragrant scents

like sunscreen, drinks, and food

waving through the air.

I smell food being cooked

and hear people chatting

about what food they want

and children whining about

what but can’t get.

I smell the different scents

of food as i pass by them.

The heat is perfect.

a mix between warm and a cool breeze.

The sandy bottom softens my feet

as i jump into the cool shallow water.

SUMMER 

by Mason Atkins

Standing

two feet

over the

surface

of the

water

Sinking three feet

into the cold

water

holding all

my breath

eyes closed

heart stopping

Eyes open

wide

arms accelerate

Leap

from under

the cold water

heart starts

beating

again

Standing

two feet

over the

surface

of the

water

The Motel

by Zakkary Galbraith


I look outside,

to see a cloudless

blaze-orange sunrise

the cool breeze

brushes against my face

Crows are flying overhead,

Cawing as they glide

over the motel

my black-lab

German-shepherd mix,

Wild as can be

Chasing a squirrel

I rise my foot

off of the cool cement,

And lay it back down

on the dew covered grass

Rodgers Landing

by Zakkary Galbraith

I’m sitting in a pool of water,

my head

just above the surface

I reach out

and water swishes

between my fingers

the sky is a dark blue

with the sun beating down

I catch a quick glimmer

from the reflecting water

Behind me

I hear my friends

jumping off of the ledge

and the water splashing

as they touch down.

Every splash

has a salty smell to it,

like a salt water taffy.

SPLASH

by Izyck N. Udo

Kai is standing

        on the side

        of the pool

        looking at the water

  smelling the chlorine–

filled air

        

and the sky is blue

        and the flies buzz by

        and the concrete is hot

on the bottom of

his bare feet

  he dips his hand

        into the cold water

OAK ACRES RESIDENTIAL POOL

by Izyck N. Udo

Kai is 15

years old

the floor

of the pool

is cold

and gritty

on his bare feet

the smell

of chlorine

the sound

of splashing

a green fence

and blue water

He gets out

of the cold pool

and feels the warmth

of the sun


 

The River

 

by Ashlin Shaw

Glowstick-filled kayak

The only light

On the peaceful

And quiet

Siltcoos River

The frigid water

between her toes

Dripping down paddles

In the distance

The murmur

Of Aunty M,

Can be heard

But nothing more

The sweet aroma

Of the flowers

Lining the river

Slowly vanish


Fourth Of July

By Emily Keller

You’re sitting down

on a red blanket

looking out into the distance.

You see tall light gray

Portland buildings

towering high above you,

reflecting off the murky brown

Willamette River water.

The sun is now

just starting to set,

painting the sky with

light pinks,

periwinkles,

and deep reds.

Big oak trees

surround you,

as you await the fireworks.

sitting with you

Sydney,

Braiden,

and Dylon.

Braiden is by far the tannest

his olive skin tone complimenting

his bright red hat

You can hear people talking

listening to loud music playing.

faintly crickets are chirping

and water is splashing against the bank.

air feels cool on your skin,

the ground is still warm from the heat of the day.

You can smell people bbqing dinner

and faintly smell your favorite perfume, sulfur and sun screen

all blending together

making the waterfront feel very home like.

In your hand you’re holding a

cold refreshing coke.

It tastes super sweet

as it fizzes down your throat.

 METEOR SHOWER

by Ashlin Shaw

Willow is in Bend

with her dad, Iz, and Celery

It’s only one hour

into August 8th, 2015

Outside,

gazing up from her sleeping bag

She watches the sky

for the meteor shower

But her sleeping bag

makes her sleepy

She can hear low whispers

of conversations

But she can’t comprehend them

Before drifting off

Staring at the night sky

Willow sees the longest lasting

Brightest shooting star

Zip across

the diamond-splattered sky

The River

by Ashlin Shaw

Glowstick-filled kayak

The only light

On the peaceful

And quiet

Siltcoos River

The frigid water

between her toes

Dripping down paddles

In the distance

The murmur

Of Aunty M,

Can be heard

But nothing more

The sweet aroma

Of the flowers

Lining the river

Slowly vanish

BACKYARD SWIMMING POOL

(OAK GROVE)

by Mason Atkins

Four feet deep

in a backyard pool,

Fourth of July evening

the water splashes

The smell of chlorine

surrounds the bodies

Cold breeze

zooms through the air

dropping our body temperature

Climbing out

of the warm pool

wrapping a white towel

around my shivering body

dripping

all over the deck

The Beach

Yesenia M. Ochoa


The smell of coconut is sitting in the room,

the tan bedding makes me want to sink

into the pillows

and the room is sitting

on an ancient lava bed.

Outside, the gravel crunches

on my feet,

and i hear the waves crashing

onto the beach.

I hear laughter and voices

coming from the pool and dining area.

I smell the wonderful food

as it’s being lifted up

onto the buffet tables.

the beach is wide,

and has many small tide pools

The air is salty

and full of fragrant scents

like sunscreen, drinks, and food

waving through the air.

I smell food being cooked

and hear people chatting

about what food they want

and children whining about

what but can’t get.

I smell the different scents

of food as i pass by them.

The heat is perfect.

a mix between warm and a cool breeze.

The sandy bottom softens my feet

as i jump into the cool shallow water.

SUMMER 

by Mason Atkins

Standing

two feet

over the

surface

of the

water

Sinking three feet

into the cold

water

holding all

my breath

eyes closed

heart stopping

Eyes open

wide

arms accelerate

Leap

from under

the cold water

heart starts

beating

again

Standing

two feet

over the

surface

of the

water

The Motel

by Zakkary Galbraith


I look outside,

to see a cloudless

blaze-orange sunrise

the cool breeze

brushes against my face

Crows are flying overhead,

Cawing as they glide

over the motel

my black-lab

German-shepherd mix,

Wild as can be

Chasing a squirrel

I rise my foot

off of the cool cement,

And lay it back down

on the dew covered grass

Rodgers Landing

by Zakkary Galbraith

I’m sitting in a pool of water,

my head

just above the surface

I reach out

and water swishes

between my fingers

the sky is a dark blue

with the sun beating down

I catch a quick glimmer

from the reflecting water

Behind me

I hear my friends

jumping off of the ledge

and the water splashing

as they touch down.

Every splash

has a salty smell to it,

like a salt water taffy.

SPLASH

by Izyck N. Udo

Kai is standing

        on the side

        of the pool

        looking at the water

  smelling the chlorine–

filled air

        

and the sky is blue

        and the flies buzz by

        and the concrete is hot

on the bottom of

his bare feet

  he dips his hand

        into the cold water

OAK ACRES RESIDENTIAL POOL

by Izyck N. Udo

Kai is 15

years old

the floor

of the pool

is cold

and gritty

on his bare feet

the smell

of chlorine

the sound

of splashing

a green fence

and blue water

He gets out

of the cold pool

and feels the warmth

of the sun

Rodger’s Landing

by Zakk G.

I’m sitting in a pool of water,

my head

just above the surface,

I reach out

and water swishes

between my fingers,

I catch a quick glimmer

from the reflecting water

the sky is a dark blue

with the sun beating down

on our heads.

Behind me,

I hear my friends

jumping off of the 20 foot ledge

that I had just jumped off of,

and the water splashing

as they touch down.

Every splash

has a salty smell to it

like salt-water taffy

THREE AM in the Summer

by Evelyn A. Cederholm

At the edge of the bed

in Mariah’s room

the ground feels soft

and rough

The only thing

they have for light

are christmas lights

that wrap all around

her cozy room

Mariah sits on her dungy

and stain-filled carpet

straightening her 30 inch hair

that almost touches the floor

She wears her favorite

tie-dye shirt

and a pair of gray sweats

“the hills”

playing in the background

while Mariah

talks about life

and their future

water

by Evelyn A. Cederholm

the ground is hard and rough,

I rock back and forth, freezing

dripping with water from the pool.

I can see my best friend

with her long wet hair

and her bright purple towel,

i look down

and see my brightly colored

pink and blue towel wrapped

around my body.

I can hear the sounds

of the waves

hitting the concrete

and then moving back

slowly,

I can hear the sounds

of little kids laughing

and splashing in the water.

I can feel the water drip

from my hair

onto my skin.

I can feel the goosebumbs

on my arms

as the wind hits me.

I can smell the chlorine

and the salt,

me and mariah get nachos and

eat in our wet towels.

CRACKLES

Yesenia M. Ochoa

Nick is sitting on a hill

at Ball Michael Park

with his best friend

standing next to him.

Late night,

cold breeze

fireworks shooting

off into the sky

with crackles

the colors spread out

in the sky into shapes

that slowly trickle back down

to earth and fade away.

Nick’s backpack is full

of energy drinks,

most are red

and blue Monsters

with a few white ones

stacked to the top

As the last firework

shoots into the air,

only booms can be heard

and feelings of joy

and happiness swells

inside him as the last

firework for Fourth of July

shapes into a bright yellow star

and slowly trickles

back down to earth.

And slowly fades away.

Seaside

Andrea Van Dyne

I’m standing in the warm sand

looking at the waves.

The sky is a light blue

with some clouds and kites.

With my best friend Mikala

while she is taking pictures.

I see some dogs walking

around with their owners
and lots of people walking

around the beach

I hear different conversations,

and waves crashing

as my friend is quietly

sings along to our music.

I can smell fresh salt water.

As i am standing on the beach

the nice warm sand

slowly slipping between my toes

and covering my feet.

With a nice cool breeze

blowing through my hair.

While i’m at Seaside

or any beach

I feel free, happy,

no worries.

Lake Shannon

Andrea M. Van Dyne

I’m standing knees deep

in Lake Shannon

at mid afternoon,

on a warm summer day

I am 11 years old

I press my bare foot

into hard sharp rocks

that are very hot

It a very warm summer day

With a very light blue sky

Sitting with my family

all in our swimming gear

You can hear music coming

from all the cars

and smell all the BBQs

combined into one smell

You can hear

dogs barking

A dog waiting

to run for water

Far off sounds

of people jumping

into the water

Sounds like

the summer of 2011

My belly

had just enough food

to swim forever

and not get hungry

I feel the water

getting colder

the deeper i go

July

by Maya 

Charlotte was so excited

she barely had time to think,

look or notice

what was going on around her,

she didn’t notice her mom

banging pots

and pans to make dinner

or the smell of breakfast

for dinner

or that the sun turning

a pretty shade of orange.

Summer Fairytale (#4)

by Kaylee R. Ross

The sun set

As Kaylee lay in the soft grass.

A sudden rush of excitement

Spread across her sister’s face.

She glanced down

At the magnificent river below.

As the moon rose

Over the gorge,

The water shined

An iridescent turquoise blue

She almost didn’t want to leave

She took her sister

by the arm so

She could show her

the beautiful view of the river

with its magnificent turquoise blue glow.

Her sister was awestruck

by what seemed to be

a scene

straight out of a fairytale.

September 

by Kaylee R. Ross

I sat on my bed

staring at the ceiling,

as my cat started to meow.

I looked out the window

as the sun began to set.

I decided that I would go outside

considering it was still fairly warm .

I walked into the living room,

as the warm smell of pumpkin

filled my nose.

I open the front door

and walk into our backyard,

only to find my sister

in the pool

that my aunt had set up for us

just two days prior.

It was still fairly warm outside

so I jumped in the chilly pool.

the warmth of summer

by emmett

Tony is sitting next to the water

looking at the other side of the lake

the sky is light blue

fading into dark

The water is reflecting

the color of the sky

he sees trees around him

in all different shades of green

he hears a quiet wind

The sand is warm

and so is the water

Silver Falls

by Kaiann Brooks

Crackling

bonfires

and fresh air

I press

my palm

into the cold

and wet soil

Florence Beach 

by Isabel Gomez

warm

cool beach

puffy clouds

floating through

the blue sky

the smell

of salt water

in the cool breeze

the ocean going

and coming

from so far away

THE RAIN STORM

by Gloria Rodriguez-Copado (North Clackamas Summer School)

The sun is up high, and the sky is flaunting its blue hue. Bel is sitting in a plastic lawn chair on his grandparents’ porch. The heat is deadly, but Bel is barefoot.  He looks through the railings watching the people and cars pass by on the cobble-stoned street. He can hear the laughter of people from down the street. They sound happy, he thinks. People keep passing by the house, yelling up to him, greeting him. “Adios!” 

It is summer and the birds are chirping and the Don Abel’s dogs are barking. The cold cement under Bel’s bare feet is keeping him cool. Looking through the doorway he can see inside the house. The babies are playing and screaming for their mother. Bel looks down and sees a blonde Barbie Doll at his feet, and he can hear his three-year-old cousin crying. She might be looking for it, he thinks. He picks it up and calls after her, “Areli!” She comes running through the porch door, tears staining her cheeks.  She grabs the doll and runs back inside.

He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. The air is suffocating and Bel can feel the heat brushing up against his skin. It’s going to rain, he thinks to himself. His eyes open, taking in his environment. He’s leaving in two days, and he is not looking forward to it. He is bored right at this moment, but he is content. I don’t want to leave, he says to himself. He feels calm.  There is no rush here. The hurry of everyday life and routines do not affect him here. Mexico. Here everything is taken slow.

Suddenly the thunder roars. Bel isn’t shocked at the loud, sharp noise anymore. He has gotten used to it.  Spending three months here does that to a person. Everybody on the street runs to their homes. The storm is coming. The rain starts to pour and the breeze of the rain cools his body. A stream runs down the street. He looks at this image and tries to stain it into his memory. I’m going to miss this, he thinks.

He takes in everything, the cool breeze splashing his face, the smell of the rain and dirt mixed together, and the happy feeling in his stomach.  He loves how Mexico makes him feel. The sense of community comforts him, and he believes that this could be the safest place he could be. Right there, sitting in a plastic lawn chair on his grandparents’ porch.

At this moment, Bel realizes that Mexico is where he should be.

Memories

a third-person narrative

by Kelsey Smith

 

 

Part Two: Dad’s Backyard

 

Lillisea pressed her bare feet to the warm concrete slab in the backyard. She could feel the warmth of the fire on her face. The sky was clear and she could see the silver stars against the black-canvas sky. Her dad sat on the other side of the fire pit laughing at who knows what. Their friends relaxed and gazed at the four foot flames. Lillisea loved the fiery orange glow on the pitch black surroundings. She could hear the faint crackle of the flames and frogs in the nearby pond. She could smell the comforting scent of smoke and fresh-cut wood.

Amelia’s World

by Danny N. Seifert

Summertime

“Wake up,” Amelia’s mom would say to her at five in the morning; then she and her family would get up and get into the car with her mom and her mom’s boyfriend and his daughters, and they would head off on their way to the beach.

After many hours of sitting in the car, they’d arrive and they’d all hop out and Amelia would hear the waves crashing against the rocks, birds chirping, the breeze blowing on the trees.  When she looked around, she’d see the sand and the sun hitting the water and waves.  Oh the sand, the way it feels between your toes makes Amelia feel like she had no worries.

That was the place to be when Amelia was younger.  They always had the best time going fishing and building sand castles, swinging, swimming, playing around with no electronics to bug them.

The beach is the one place that really let her grow up and makes Amelia the person she is today.  The beach is a beautiful place.

Birthday

Amelia went to her grandparents’ for her birthday, a place she knows very well because it’s where she grew up.When you’re on the road standing in front of the house, you can see a metal gate flowing around the yard, green grass covering around the house, and a red van and a blue dodge truck sitting in front of the garage right beside the house. Her grandparents’ house is a light blue color and has wooden steps leading all the way to the front door and there are two dogs waiting to get inside the house.Amelia goes inside the beautiful light-blue house with her handsome boyfriend, mom, and little nephew right behind her. They sit down on the brown couch that faces towards everybody, and they laugh and talk.  Her older brother walks in and they all have their family gathering. 
The Safe HousePeople bossing her around, having a hard day, she could be upset, exhausted, tired and on her last limb and ready to crack: these are the things Amelia has to deal with almost every day, until she walks into her boyfriend’s house and the smell of fresh homemade Pozole and hot tortillas runs through her nose and she sees everyone sitting on the couch enjoying the company of each other in the small living room.When she walks down the tiny hallway and turns to the left she walks into a room with reddish brown curtains hanging on the windows and a giant TV in front of it.  When she looks around there is a perfect-sized bed sitting in the corner, with brown blankets and white pillows plopped on the mattress. She gets a feeling of security like nobody can hurt her and she gets overwhelmed with comfort like she’s been there a million times before.  When Amelia is there she feels so comfortable and relaxed because she knows she can be herself.

by Erika Marisol Quintanilla

Alessa’s on her way to Lost Lake. It’s a two-hour drive but she thanks God they’re only one hour away. Alessa is looking forward to this trip but in all honesty she’s nervous because she’s never been camping before. The moment they arrive, everyone jumps out and start to unpack.


Later in the evening, Alessa is standing in Lost Lake and thinking of her summer.  She’s still living with her guardians, but not for much longer because this will be her last summer in Oregon. As the sun starts to set Alexandria gets a tingly feeling, and as she stares at the sky, she thinks to herself, This summer will be the summer to remember.

Seaside by Mason

I’m walking down the boardwalk at Seaside, Oregon. I take a look at the sky and see a mixture of blues and grays. I see happy couples holding hands and laughing and people walking their dogs. Beefy bulldogs and pudgy pugs sniffing and snorting. I can smell the cold and salty ocean even from a half mile away. I feel the sun’s rays gleaming on my beautiful face. The feeling of hunger comes over me as I smell the sweet aroma of baby back ribs. My dad puts his arm around me and asks me if I’m having a good time. I respond with a resounding yes!

ACE by Jesse

The sun lights up the new day, and Ace is standing in the yard of his old house.   In the distance, he can hear the soft roar of a lawn mower. The white-as-snow clouds move north. Trees are manipulated by the wind flowing with joy through the bristles and branches.  Ace smells the wet cement from the fresh water out of the garden hose.  He can feel the satisfying blow of wind full of excitement.

A day at the aquatic park by Ja’von Lewis

It’s midday and Rita is at the aquatic center looking at the pool. It looks so clean and pretty. She smells and tastes the chlorine. A bunch of kids are running and laughing, jumping and diving to the bottom of the pool to retrieve objects that look like seaweed. The angle of the light makes it all sparkle.  She puts her foot in and the water is surprisingly warm, so she jumps in the pool.

Alice in Portland 

by Abbie Williamson

Nature 

Alice was born on the first day of the new year 2000.

She hides every day at lunch from the other kids in her class. It’s her favorite spot to eat and observe the life of nature.  She has always loved nature, and nothing could ever pull her away from it.

One day in the 5th grade things changed.  Alice was introduced to her first phone.  All of her friends were so obsessed with their phones, but at first, she barely used hers. A couple days into having her phone she started being only interested in her phone. She never wanted to do anything else.  It was always about her phone.

One summer day, Alice dropped her phone in the creek.  She looked down as the water rushed over it. She didn’t pick it up, only stared at it. She looked up to the light fluffy clouds slowly moving in the sky.  She finally realized what she needed to do.  She left her phone in that creek.  Alice doesn’t need social media.   She needs nature.

Brittney’s House by Abbie Williamson

When Alice walks in, she sees her best friend and her uncle.  She sees the boxes and clutter they have in their house.   She sees the two dogs, Peanut and Oscar.  Her little brother runs out the door to go play.

When Alice walks farther down the hallway, she hears Brit’s mom talking to friends with the scent of cigs and air freshener.

After she uses the bathroom, she sees the door open, and Alice says hello to her second mom.  They run out the door with nothing but hope and excitement, all their dreams and the dogs following them.

Summer

by Erika M. Quintanilla (Twilight Program: Class of 2015)

 

Walking Hawthorne,

on a warm morning

The cool grass

so refreshing

and relaxing

under your bare feet

California   

by Denise 
(New Urban High School)

the water warm

against my back

floating on my air mattress,

the sound of laughter

and water lapping at my sides

Summer River

by Ana O’Brien 
(New Urban High School)

You’re sitting on top

of a warm rock

a pair of salmon below

a falcon flies overhead

to its nest in the Doug firs

 

you stand up

take a few steps back

and then, run and jump

you fly like a falcon

and splash into the river

 

the cold washes over you

and you surface like a salmon

and feel the warmth of the sun again

When I was 10

in the Florida Keys

by Chloe L. (New Urban High School)


the green iguana
waits for me

to arrive

in my neon-pink
and white polka-dotted bathing suit
the salty seaweed scents the air

Osterville

 by Kacie
(New Urban High School)

The sand soft

and warm

the water like ice

against my legs

my mom, my sister, and I

walk along the beach

to see the sun set

like fire blazing

in the evening sky

Summer

by Haley Popma (New Urban High School) 

    You are sitting on a log

overlooking the river

watching the sunset

pink, orange, and salmon

dark trees on the edge of the water

The rushing of the river

the blue birds singing

and traffic on the streets

honking their horns

the warm breeze

blows through your hair

INDIAN SUMMER

by Kevin Peterson (New Urban High School)

Dry warmth and autumn

orange and yellow

Dressed in summer shorts and a tank top. 

It’s fall, but feels like summer:

slices of watermelon

Batman the Cat

by CHLOE SCRIBNER (New Urban High School)

I gently touch

his soft warm fur

that has been heated up

from the sun

Independence Day

by Ashley Owens (New Urban High School)

 

I am sitting on the bed

of my cousin’s truck

in Beeville, Texas

It is the 4th of July

early in the evening

I press my palm into the textures

of the tailgate

My cousin lays her hand on my shoulder

and asks me if I’m alright

I nod heavily, timid and silent

Summer

by Simone (New Urban High School)

Bare feet

parading around festival tents.

The smell of campfires

and lemongrass.

Coffee in the morning.

Festival

by Simone (New Urban High School)

The sweet hippie hearts

beads and bindis,

silk scarves floating

happiness radiates

like ripples in a pond.

Swimming Pool

by Kevin Peterson (New Urban High School) 

Standing there

in my swim trunks

I jump into the pool

one last time

Summer to Fall

by Denise (New Urban High School)

I’m on the couch

with Marisol to my right.

her jeans the color of a coral sunset peony.

it is June,

the sound of the AC unit blowing in the background.

It is the last time I would see her,

only 3 days before she died.

  

I can hear her laughing,

like always.

She is going on and on

about how excited she is for college

and how great it is going to be.

The hardwood

is cold under my bare feet.

The smell of popcorn

popping in the microwave.

the stars are just beginning to come out

from under the sky.

  

Now it’s September

over a year since her last seizure,

the one that took her life.

leaves are beginning to turn bright red

and orange in the trees

time has passed,

but I can still hear the sound of her laughter

ringing in my ears,

and see

her eyes sparkling with optimism

for the future

that will never come.

Pristine Royal Blue

1964 Chevy Impala

by Nick Cosper (North Clackamas Summer Program)

I opened the driver’s door

and the heat rolled off

the fresh leather seats

  

The roar of the 350 V8

was so loud

you could hear my ride

a mile away

  

I drove down

to Lincoln City 

sat on the hood

gazed off

into the blue sea

  

I felt free as a seagull

Ball Michael Park

by Yesenia Ochoa (New Urban High School)

Late night

cold breeze

fireworks crackling into the sky

colors spread out

into shapes

that trickle back down to earth

And slowly fade away

The Summer’s Heat

Jose Bautista <bautistajo@nclack.org>

https://colorfullcameleon.wordpress.com/

It was over 105 degrees that summer evening when Jabbs realized something.  He had just finished a long conversation with his Tio Ricardo, his uncle telling Jabbs about how he had come to this country. A buscar chamba—to look for work—was the first thing Ricardo always said to Jabbs. No matter how beat up and battered Ricardo was, he would always wake up thinking about the next opportunity to support his family. Even with his beer belly and his slicked-back grey hairs, he managed to get up and look for jobs every day. What saddened Jabbs, though, was the difficulty which Ricardo had finding work.

Ricardo was born and raised in Mexico, came to the United States as a young teenager with ambition for a better life, looking for a new life in a foreign country, seeking hope in a new place. But hope is hard to be found. Here, it is easier to end up dead or in a jail cell then to wind up in college. Here, it is easier to sling dope than to become a doctor.

Jabbs realized how fortunate he was to be born on US soil. Not because he is proud to be an American, but because he is given a chance to be successful and do things others cannot. There are people waking up early to feed their families; they go to certain spots in the city where people pick them up to do under-the-table jobs. This is because as immigrants, they do not have the right documents and are ineligible to be accepted into this country.

Looking up to a hard-working man like Ricardo has showed Jabbs the ugly truth about some aspects in this country, but it has opened his eyes to other truths. He has learned to see things in a different way—a way his own people have to live every day.

Pristine Royal-Blue

1964 Chevy Impala (Summer)

by Nick Cosper 

You open the driver’s door

and the heat rolls off

the fresh leather seats

You roar off

and drive down

to Lincoln City 

You sit on the hood

the 350 V8 warm

the breeze cool

and you gaze off

into the blue ocean

You feel free as a seagull

Three Stories of Summer

by Katie Y. Pozhidayeva

#1: The Hill

Boris stood breathless outside his house. The sun was dim and the bugs were beginning to come out. He peaked behind the large bush in front of his house, making sure no one had seen him make his way outside from his room. It looks good, he thought. He began a leisurely stroll up the rocky driveway, like he had done so many nights.

Boris usually snuck out of his home at this time. Partly to get away, partly just because no one really noticed he was gone.

He was going to the Hill.  Well it was more of a slope, but to Boris a hill none-the-less. It was a Little League baseball field that belonged to an elementary school. The whole field was raised 3 feet from ground level and sloped down on the edges. The Hill was one of the edges, facing a fence. The school had closed down a couple of years ago and no one came by at night so to Boris this was his paradise, far away from his home.

As Boris made his way down the road towards the old school as he thought about his day. He thought about how his mom didn’t look at him today and how if she did look, she always looked so hard. He thought about how he had left over an hour ago and his parents didn’t notice.  In fact every night he comes to The Hill and they never notice. He thought about this. It seemed like he was invisible. He thought about being hungry and how he wanted a bowl of cereal, but he wanted something else even more, to feel the love from his parents. He thought about how home is supposed to be where the heart is. But to Boris, the Hill was more of a home.

He had made it down to the old school. Boris did what he always did when he came to The Hill. He sat down, and lit a cigarette; the glow illuminated his face and the warm nicotine entered his body. The cool evening grass was slightly damp, and looked up at a cloud fading.  He thought about the whisper of the wind and how he always knew it was trying to tell him something. He thought about love and about rain that one night, that one kiss and the stars and how it felt so right that night.

He also thought about death, when he thought he shouldn’t think about it.

#2 The Basement

It is late.  Boris just got there and already he is already feeling good. He sits on the couch right next to him, the rough fabric rubbing against his legs. His bare feet are numbed by the cold cement floor of the basement. The light from a few candles make his eyes heavy and his body sinks into the couch.  It’s relieving to be in his favorite place. The basement is dark but it does not scare or discomfort him; quite the opposite, the darkness absorbs all his thoughts.  He knows he does not need to think anymore. His body floats into the dark as they hold hands.

The candle’s scent is strong but the smell of mildew is still protruding.  The sound of the creaking old house is like a lullaby. Boris looks into his blue eyes. They are like the darkness, all encumbering, deep, and painful. He will dive in anyway. Boris thinks about how nice the man’s large, callused hand feel holding his own.

#3 The Gorge

Boris is eighteen, finally an adult, standing on a log looking into the Oneonta Gorge on a hot day in early June.

His bare feet press into the log, and algae presses into the gaps of his toes.  It is slime, and any other time he would be disgusted but the immense beauty consumes all of his senses.

The large rock walls that surround him make him feel small. Boris can feel the age of the walls and imagine how long it took the earth to carve out this gorge.  Standing in front of thousands and thousands of years of work is something to behold.

Birds fly in and out of the gorge washing their feathers in the clear pools, their chirping echoing throughout the gorge. Boris hears a distant waterfall up ahead. The smell of fresh flowers and clear misty water flutter by.  When the smell enters his nose, it is so clean it makes him feel like it cleanses him from the inside. An overflowing joy overcomes him. Boris is ready.  He’s ready to see the waterfall at the end of the gorge.

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