NORFORK, THE TOWN I CALL HOME
The line between the dump and the palace
The mediocre wind that blows through here
The eversame days that trudge slowly along
All the little details, ever so bleak
The grayscale houses and rundown motels
Oh! The calmness, never changing
Norfork, the town I call home
Morning spills drinks
early when moon falls
sun breaks in
dew sweeps the floor
sun chases the moon
stars fall to the ground
the ground gets wet
sun closes out the moon’s rain.
The snow is falling,
Covering the ground and trees,
Winter is coming.
The weather is cold,
But the snow is yet colder,
Winter is closer.
Snowstorms on cold days,
Snow covering the flowers,
It’s winter at last.
The snow is melting,
Making wet spots on the ground,
Winter is over.
Houston, Texas is My Home
I hear the cars on the freeway
The smell of the exhaust of the cars and tractors
I see everybody rushing to work
The sound of the construction workers working
I see the torn up tires and debris on the road
The dry Texas heat is terrible
The sight of the bad wrecks on the school bus
That is Houston, Texas,
That is my home town.
The Green String Bean
So much depends
a green string
glazed in golden
by the yellow
6 Ways of Looking at Sleep
Sleep takes a million years to happen.
Within the million years, no one sleeps.
Sleep is a tunnel you walk in for the
Sleep can be an enemy or hero.
Sleep is between life and death.
Sleep is a mystery; once asleep
what awaits a person?
Sleep is a healer.
Norfork High School
Dates of Visit: October 24 – 25, 2013
Faculty Sponsor: Stacy Havner
Grade Levels: 9, 10
Appx. Number Students Served: 80
Visiting Writers: Kevin Corbett and John Scott