I have seen a lot of things under the sun.
I have seen many poor families under the sun.
I have seen my people pray to the Great Spirit.
I have seen parents crying over their kids.
Under the sun, I have seen a lot of things:
People trying to make themselves,
Falling trees, people running, yelling.
My name is Waneta and I have seen a lot.
The sun is so bright and the river is smiling.
But here things are different.
I have seen our people leaving our homeland Oregon.
I have seen a lot of things under the sun, bad and good.
Under the Sun.
- by Tanya Popovich, age 15
[Editor's note: This poem is the result of an English class project examining local history through literature. After reading poetry, fiction and non-fiction representing various groups who lived in or came to Oregon in the 1700s and 1800s, youth were asked to write a poem from the perspective of one of the residents or newcomers.]
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Life in Oregon through the eyes of Slavic youth
Tall buildings reaching the sky
People everywhere
The colors green, orange, and white
- by Tanya Popovich, age 15
Old roads
sitting in dirt
swimming in joy.
- by Luda Polyakova, age 17
And I can’t go on, I want to be with you.
Lights, the streets are gold.
Look out my window at the world below.
- by Evelina "Vilka" Dorochenko, age 19
city lights, and homeless bums
gangs riot for a last breath
other people tend to live the way they want to live
- by Natasha D. and Gennadiy T., age 17
You see many different buildings
There is one that stands out
My big white house, the newest and biggest.
- by Sveta D., age 17
Sunshine and showers raining down:
what can be better than the community of those
who are trying to reach that unreachable world?
- by Katie E., age 18
daily showers, fresh and clean
home sweet home
forever it will be.
- by Natasha Dumitrash, age 17
People everywhere
The colors green, orange, and white
- by Tanya Popovich, age 15
Old roads
sitting in dirt
swimming in joy.
- by Luda Polyakova, age 17
And I can’t go on, I want to be with you.
Lights, the streets are gold.
Look out my window at the world below.
- by Evelina "Vilka" Dorochenko, age 19
city lights, and homeless bums
gangs riot for a last breath
other people tend to live the way they want to live
- by Natasha D. and Gennadiy T., age 17
You see many different buildings
There is one that stands out
My big white house, the newest and biggest.
- by Sveta D., age 17
Sunshine and showers raining down:
what can be better than the community of those
who are trying to reach that unreachable world?
- by Katie E., age 18
daily showers, fresh and clean
home sweet home
forever it will be.
- by Natasha Dumitrash, age 17
two more haikus
Blue skies
like soft pillows
running after each other.
Roses sweet but cruel
love to trick us
soak us in tears.
- by Yana K., age 15
like soft pillows
running after each other.
Roses sweet but cruel
love to trick us
soak us in tears.
- by Yana K., age 15
two haikus
My friend came over
She left slamming the door
and doesn't pick up the phone
Sunny day, went riding my bike
come home with bruises
all over my body
- by Julia Salyuk, age 15
She left slamming the door
and doesn't pick up the phone
Sunny day, went riding my bike
come home with bruises
all over my body
- by Julia Salyuk, age 15
Monday, April 12, 2010
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