Thursday, February 26, 2009

Poetry of Place

Post your poems about living in rural Nebraska here.
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36 comments:

  1. Tyler H.March 16, 2009 at 6:20 AM

    I am from O’Neill NE

    I’m from O’Neill Nebraska a town that has fun even though we are a small town

    In the summer we go swimming at the pool that is so deep that you have to use an air tank to get to the bottom of the pool

    All year-round we go to the huge movie theater were if you sit in the front you are almost eaten by the screen and if you sit in the back you still have to look back and forth to see the whole screen

    The bowling ally is where I go to hang out on Fridays; we have so much fun throwing the bowling ball down the never-ending lane

    My friends house is were we have the most fun, whether it’s jumping on the trampoline that is so bounce that you can almost jump over their house that is tall superman couldn’t even jump it

    Once a year we have a cruse night were every one grabs their car and drives around town, some people have nice cars and some people have a plane car

    But most of all we hang out at my house, it is the place were my mom has fresh baked cookies so good we have to lick the plate clean crumbs

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  2. UnknownMarch 16, 2009 at 6:20 AM

    Running through the dry cornfield,
    short, stubby cornstalks pricking our bare feet.
    The sun is beating down on our soft skin
    threatening to burn us.

    We hear the gurgling of the
    water gently flowing over the sticks and
    stones, high up in the trees are birds
    chirping their favorite melody.

    We finally reach the cool, moist sand and it
    crunches under our feet. As we wade
    into the cold crisp water
    it climbs up to our ankles, sending
    shivers down our spines.

    The wet muddy sand at the bottom
    squishing through our toes. We splash
    each other, and the cool water droplets
    cool our skin

    Then one of us yells “Mud Fight!”
    and mud starts flinging everywhere,
    the sound of our laughs as we try not
    to get hit, and then we lay back in the
    cool water, rapidly sending goose bumps
    over our arms and legs.

    Still laughing, the mud floats away from
    our skin, leaving a trail. Then we get up, and
    explore down the creek. Looking for
    nothing in particular, but just to watch nature.

    Sunset approaches, and we hurry
    back to the house, fireflies lighting
    the way. Cornstalks pricking our feet,
    until we reach the cool wet grass, in the
    yard.

    We smell a fire, and roasted hot dogs,
    and then our stomachs grumble. As we sit
    down and eat our delicious hot dogs and
    warm up by the crackling fire, my mother
    asks “Where did you go this afternoon?”
    but all I say is “It’s a secret” and my cousins
    and I start to giggle again.

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  3. UnknownMarch 16, 2009 at 6:20 AM

    It’s January 1st and the snow has fallen
    The white glittery blanket covers the ground
    Until the wind comes calling
    And once again, the flakes start to drop for the next time around

    I bundle up in my heaviest coat
    I run outside into the freezing cold
    I start to build a castle with a great big moat
    With the pure white snow pretending it’s gold

    The snow has melt
    And the flowers have sprouted
    The grass feels like felt
    When I just about shouted

    Spring has came
    I sprint outside to get some fresh air
    I get ready for a street basketball game
    And then I yell to my older brother, “That’s not fair!”

    The blazing hot sun shines brightly in the sky
    The trees stand tall
    As green as my dad’s eye
    And in my hand I grasp a softball

    I spin my arm around and let the ball fly
    I lay down in the grass, so cool
    I watch the clouds up in the sky
    And I spot a marshmallow that looks like a fool

    The green leaves start to fall off the trees
    And turn to a brown, orange, yellow, or red
    The days shorten and the birds start to flee
    And as soon as I know, it’s time for bed

    This place with four seasons
    Will always be my home since it gives me that feel
    For many, many reasons
    This place is called O’Neill

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  4. TashaZMarch 16, 2009 at 6:21 AM

    I am From…

    I am from O’Neill!
    The Smell of the summer breeze after you get up.
    The trees swaying from side to side as the wind blows!
    The taste of sweet, but sour times!
    The Feeling of home as I enter O’Neill after a long weekend of camping!
    The sound of playing on the green, green grass!

    I am from Home!
    I see my past memories floating around all throughout my house hold!
    The smell of my comforting home every time I come in.
    The touch of my pillow hitting my head after a hard day at work.
    The sound of my annoying sisters, pestering me like bugs!
    The taste of German chocolate cake when ever its my Dad’s birthday.

    I am from School!
    I see Education floating in little bubbles above my head as I enter the room.
    I smell “new” every time I open a book full of education!
    The touch of a smooth desk running across my fingers.
    The sound of kids yelling across the hallway like little kids playing outside.
    The taste of sour because I don’t really get anything on my first try,
    but it gets sweet cause eventually I do get it!

    I am from Swim team!
    The Adrenalin rushing threw my veins as I push to win.
    The smell of Chlorine as I dive to success.
    The touch of water as it runs down my face, knowing I’m a winner!
    The sound of happiness coming out of my mouth is
    like picking roses on a warm summer day!
    The taste of Passion as the years go by.

    I am from Volleyball!
    I see balls flying like little birds as they come over the net!
    I smell wood as I enter the gym floor with pride!
    I touch sweat as I rub it off my face knowing I have been
    working hard for my goals!
    The sound of “Got it” or “mine” before someone gets the ball!
    The taste of success after we won our first game!

    I am from the bowling ally!
    I see the Ball Fly down the lane as it hits the pins.
    The smell of fun running threw ought the bowling ally.
    The touch of the Cold ball as I go to throw it.
    The sound of people catching up.
    The taste of water as it streams down my throat.

    I am from Camping!
    I see the glossy blue water as I drive down to it!
    I smell the pure nature air as I jump out of the tent!
    I touch the sand as I step on it, so soft and cold.
    The sound of the birds when I get up on the morning!
    The taste of the camp fire as we sit around it!

    I am from Hunting!
    I see the deer as they roam threw the hills!
    I smell the autumn wind as we drive to the stand!
    I touch the sky like I was in heaven just waiting peacefully!
    I hear twigs brake as we come upon this huge buck!
    The taste of success once we get the buck after waiting so long!


    By: Tasha Zeeb

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  5. Tapanga LMarch 16, 2009 at 6:21 AM

    “Do You Remember”

    Do you remember all of those days spent wasting away our time swimming, riding bikes, and making up so crazy games on boredom summer days.

    Do you remember the spontaneous days where we would have water fights around the neighborhood where we grew up, where we first met?

    Do you remember our “summer crushes” from going to one boy to another?

    Do you remember all of the concerts? From screaming and cheering to almost bawling our eyes out?

    Do you remember the good ‘ole days where absolutely nothing else mattered as long as we were together?

    Do you remember growing up together, always being thirty-five steps and a house away?

    Do you remember the first time you cried on my shoulder?

    Do you remember all of the holidays together… Christmas, Easter, St. Patrick’s Day, and all of the birthdays?

    Dou you remember my Appleby’s guy or my “Sugar Mama” from Taco John’s?

    Do you remember all of the times spent staying up till w-e-e-e hours of the morning?

    Do you remember the memories? Cause I do.

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  6. MeganPMarch 16, 2009 at 6:21 AM

    I am from O’Neill
    A place where your always welcome
    With happy people all round
    And celebrate good times there

    I am from the country
    A place where you have your privacy
    You can hear the sound of cows mooing


    I am from OHS
    A place where I have great friends
    And I love going to school
    Playing band, and playing sports

    I am from a big family
    With 5 sisters and 2 brothers
    2 brother-in-laws and 1 sister-in-law
    my big family always welcomes me home

    I am from loud sleepovers
    Staying up all night and eating junk food
    Calling people and going outside to make snow angels
    Making hot chocolate and putting 5 marshmallows in it

    Megan Peter

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  7. KyleLMarch 16, 2009 at 6:21 AM

    Where I’m From Poem

    I’m always been from a Farm,
    Not to far away is A Big Red Barn
    Of The Lorenz Ranch

    Long ago, I was from a different
    Land of observation, learning,
    Having fun, and laughing

    Not to long ago when I was
    3-4 I was from lights,
    And outlets (Plug-ins)

    When I was 5 -7 years old,
    I was from Corn on the cob.
    So buttery and salty.

    Then 8, or 9 years of age
    And was like from a mind of
    An explorer and adventures.

    A little ways back I was from
    The beginnings of a scientist.
    Gaining more knowledge.

    Now I’m from the mind of a
    Mad scientist. Learning about
    computers and electronics

    And when I’m from the future
    I will do more leaning, experimenting,
    And learning of efficiency and hoping,
    Just hoping, to change the world for the better!

    By: Kyle Lorenz

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  8. Lizzie PMarch 16, 2009 at 6:22 AM

    My O’Neill, My Home

    O’Neill, a small town located in the middle of nowhere. A town where a friendly wave is a common courtesy, or a smile just to brighten your day. A place where a shamrock is located right smack dab in the middle of the heart of town. A place where those town people call home.

    Kids screaming and laughing as they slide down the enormous slide. You’ll see families having a picnic in the clean Nebraska air. A place where you’ll find kids jumping and playing on the cold dirt.
    You take a bit of sweet watermelon as it drips from your chin onto the hot cement on a burning summer day in Nebraska. You look up to where al the laughing and giggling is coming from, it’s from the pool. You see kids jumping, water flying, and lifeguards yelling at the kids to walk. A place to relax and cool off as they try to beat the heat.

    As they day come to and end in Nebraska, you see the sun falling down right over the rolling hills. You see the colors of the sky as the moon is rising. A place where day is ending and night is coming, in a small town called O’Neill, Nebraska.

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  9. Morgan SMarch 16, 2009 at 6:23 AM

    The big “O” town is what we call O’Neill
    walk down the street to get the feel
    and look at every girl or boy
    to see complete happiness and joy

    Take a trip to the public pool
    Where the water is oh so cool
    The ice cream is cold
    But never ever old

    Or go to the bowling alley
    On the road outta town
    And find your friends never feeling down

    The kiddie park is the place to be
    Where the marry-go-round is super fast
    And when you go down the slide
    It makes you laugh

    Catch a quick movie at night
    The perfect time for a great sight
    Bye the popcorn and the drink
    Then go give your friend a super wink

    Or perhaps if your parents are at bomgaars
    Take a sneak peak at the baby chicks
    That is were I got all my kicks
    There so cute and small
    You just want them all

    Now you know the “O” town
    And you won’t soon forget
    This magnificent town were you
    Will never ever see a frown!

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  10. TateLMarch 16, 2009 at 6:23 AM

    I am from Nebraska,
    the place where I call home.
    Where everybody is friendly,
    willing to lend a helping hand.
    Where the people you meet
    will be your friends for life.
    Where a neighbor is something
    you don’t hear very often if at all.

    I am from ranching,
    where all day cattle drives
    are a common thing.
    I am from fixing fence and feeding cattle
    are never far from the mind.
    Open countries and clear skies
    are precious sights you don’t find
    anywhere but here.

    I am from open spaces.
    I am from Nebraska.

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  11. bradywMarch 16, 2009 at 6:27 AM

    By: Brady W.



    I am from the hot Nebraska
    arena. Full of dirt, dust ,
    success, bad luck , victory and
    defeat. The taste of victory is
    is more sweet than the
    ache of defeat.

    The smell of the dirt, and the
    goldenrod on the prairie with
    the calf and concession stand
    burgers is thick in the air
    I feel the people in the stands,
    my horse underneath
    me and my rope in my hand and the
    leather reins in my other hand

    I hear the horse breath, the meadowlark
    chirping and the crowd cheer and my
    friends tell me good luck
    my horse and I are anxiously
    awaiting the opening of the gate
    the calf and the other
    competitors wondering if I will catch.

    I nod my head I kick my horse
    he starts to take on speed
    I pick up my rope and
    swing once, twice and I let my
    rope fly I catch and pitch my slack.

    I edge out everyone else and win the
    buckle and the metal is cold against my
    hands and makes the
    the 100 plus degree Nebraska
    practice session worth it.

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  12. ToniHMarch 16, 2009 at 6:47 AM

    I am from a small town
    Not just any small town
    A small town with big dreams


    I am from the Irish capital
    Of Nebraska where we have
    The Blarney Stone that sits
    At the corner of the big shamrock


    I am from the O’Neill High School
    Aerie that has the smell of
    Winning in the hallways
    When you walk in the font doors

    I am from O’Neill
    Trying to figure
    Out what my next
    Move should be
    And how to make
    That move

    I am from meadows
    The golden grass
    Ruffling below me.

    I am from Nebraska
    A place where anything
    Can happen.

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  13. Michael HMarch 16, 2009 at 7:16 AM

    Place Poem
    By : Michael Hedlund

    I am from the Country
    Walking in the hills
    Or sitting in the trees

    I am from the dirt roads
    Curvy and rugged
    But always taking me somewhere

    I am from the plains
    Seeing far ahead
    And trying to catch a glimpse of the future

    I am from the grasslands
    Doesn’t seem like much
    But it is part of us

    I am from the rivers
    Flowing fast and furious
    But so peaceful to watch

    I am from Nebraska
    Growing Strong
    In the land that I love

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  14. Elizabeth WMarch 16, 2009 at 7:16 AM

    I know a place,
    Where all the bad in the world, leaves your mind;
    And imagination sets in.

    I know a place,
    Where great green ogres attack
    And the mocking birds sing their song of defeat,
    For the king is slain.

    I know a place,
    Made of wood;
    Where my friends and I met,
    To go and check out our new threat.

    I know a place,
    Where I am a princess;
    And my prince is a cop.

    I know a place,
    deep in the heart of O’Neill
    Where we watch a sunset,
    And play with old wheels.

    I know a place,
    Deep beyond reality;
    Where the grass turns into lava,
    With sharks at our feet.

    I know a place,
    With a thermometer as an oven,
    And a slide as a plank.

    I know a place
    Where I’m the richest in the world,
    Where the sun never sets,
    And have met a beauty at a spinning wheel

    I know a place
    That has had me visit the land-down-under,
    With out a plane, train, or automobile.

    I knew a place,
    Deep in the heart of O’Neill,
    Where I used to go and play with old wheels.

    Now that place is gone;
    From hopes and from sight,
    That is the place that I want to be at night.

    I know a tree house,
    In my babysitters back yard,
    Where imagination came to life,
    And dreams were put to rest.

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  15. Creston B.March 16, 2009 at 7:18 AM

    I am from Central City
    From the center of it all
    From simple living
    From green and gold
    And from Bison

    I am from O’Neill
    From shamrocks
    From clovers
    From blue and white
    And from Eagles

    I am from home
    From family
    From Dad’s fluffy pancakes
    From Mom’s warm hugs
    And from donkeys

    I am from school
    From homework
    From scratching pencils
    From computers
    And from friends

    I am from my room
    From soft pillows
    From hand-made blankets
    From books
    And from warmth

    I am from the country
    From long dirt roads
    From fields of corn
    From pastures of wild flowers
    And from deer in the front yard

    I am from family
    From sister Brooke and brother A.J.
    From Uncle Kip, Aunt Sheila, and cousins Kameron, and Kolby
    From Great Grandma T. Grandma Darlene and Grandpa Howard
    And from Mom and Dad

    I am from Nebraska
    From sweet soft sounds
    From wonderful views
    From warm aromas
    And from loving, caring, people around me

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  16. Thomas SMarch 16, 2009 at 7:19 AM

    My Nebraska from the
    Beautiful sunset and the
    Rolling hills go by when
    You are driving by.

    My Nebraska is the mule
    Deer in the woods and
    The duck’s sitting on the
    River.

    My Nebraska is the county
    Fair, the state fair and all
    Of the rodeo’s in the state

    My Nebraska is all the
    the people who give you
    The finger wave when you
    go down the highway

    My Nebraska is all the people
    Of all the good, the bad and the
    ugly Nebraska is the beat state.

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  17. Kelli GMarch 16, 2009 at 7:20 AM

    I am from O’Neill the sensation of pumpkin pie for
    Thanksgiving. It’s the place where I grew up.
    To where the memories were made.

    I am from the Park from the smell of fresh
    mowed grass on a summer day. Its where I rode my
    first merry-go-round to falling off the slippery slide.

    I am from the movie theater the sound of drinks
    flowing into a cup. Where I watched Monsters Inc.
    To having popcorn fights with friends.

    I am from School the sight of kids getting suspended.
    Where you have your first crush.
    To planning your future so its screams
    Your name at the top of its lungs.

    I am from the Country the fresh picked wild flowers.
    Where I walked down endless long dirt roads
    To playing hide-and-seek.

    I am from hanging out
    From late night curfews to spin-the-bottle.
    But most of all I am from Nebraska the place
    I’ll always come back to.

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  18. Cody B.March 16, 2009 at 7:20 AM

    I am From Poem


    I am from the baseball fields
    And I like it that way
    Where the baseball’s fly
    I am from The Big O
    Where nothing goes on
    But I like it that way
    I am from The Red State
    Where Husker football lives
    The Most Sell outs in collage football
    I am from Bowling Heaven
    Where the pins fall like crazy
    I love Bowling Night!
    I am from T.V. 24/7
    Where everything you love is on
    I Love watching T.V.
    I am from where school rocks
    Where books never get a rest
    School is probably my life
    I am from Music never quits
    Where my sister doesn’t know what
    Turn the music down
    But I do love music
    I am from the biggest love family
    Where I have six sisters
    But only 2 boys out of the family

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  19. Lindsey A.March 16, 2009 at 7:27 AM

    I am from Nebraska, where
    cattle roam and golden corn is
    grown. I was born in Nebraska
    for a reason and I yet to find out…
    But I am a true Cornhusker and cowgirl at heart!!

    I am from O’Neill where I was born and raised
    on Holt Blvd. I see multiple shamrocks and people
    of diverse culture which make this town of 3,773 people
    the place to be.

    I am from O’Neill Jr. Sr. High School we may
    be small but we sure do act like the big dogs.
    We bring the 21st century in by entering into
    24/7 learning.

    I am from the dirt roads where we go
    cruise around. Spark of that old dirt road sure
    does let you know your in rural Nebraska. That’s
    where I first found my inner self.

    I am from the corn field where I go to
    chuck corn for family. Its where I first drove
    a four wheeler. Its where I first turned off the
    head lights and looked at the moonlight.

    I am from St.Patrick’s church the place where
    I first found Jesus. Its where I found the path to
    heaven, full of sinners and believers.

    I am from the river where I first learned
    to knee board. A place to learn morals
    and push yourself to be an achiever.

    I am from all of these places which
    truthfully shows I’m a Nebraska
    kinda girl. And you’all never be-able to take
    that kind of Nebraska living out of me.
    Nebraska is the place I want to be.

    Written By:
    Lindsey Appleby

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  20. Sleeper31kMarch 16, 2009 at 7:27 AM

    I Am From Poem

    I am from my garage
    making final adjustments
    to the racecar before Sunday.
    So that I don’t have to do the
    remaining things at the track

    I am from the smell of burnt
    pro purple racing fuel
    that is helping me to the front of the pack
    so I can get the most amount of points possible

    I am from the cold metal of impact
    as I change a tire to help the car
    roll through the corner better
    because of the difference in
    stagger and the dish of the tire

    I am from the taste oil that is old and
    needs to be changed so that it doesn’t
    make the whole motor scatter

    I am from the smell of mist ‘n’ shine on my clothes
    after I get done making my racecar gleam
    before we leave every weekend

    I am from my fire suit
    as I get ready to leave for the races each Sunday
    pack up to leave for the racetrack
    hoping for the best

    I am from my hand running down the
    side of my racecar
    making sure everything is ready
    for our Sunday race together

    I am from the deep roar of 600 horsepower
    ready to escape when I pull her off
    the trailer at the track
    getting ready to pack the track
    getting ready for a good night of racing



    I am from victory lane when I made a
    last lap pass for the lead and
    took the win and the
    championship standings point lead

    I am from cheering as I climb out
    of my racecar to celebrate my first
    victory as a racecar driver

    I am from taste of the mud and sweat as it
    trickles down my face
    when I take my helmet off of my head

    I am from feeling the trophy that I’ve just won
    the great feeling of being able to leave the track
    giving the other drivers something to think about

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  21. Montana S.March 16, 2009 at 7:28 AM

    I Am From

    I am from O’Neill
    I see that there are
    So many people that
    Are so different

    I am from my house
    I taste that one rose
    That my mom loves me
    More than the world

    I am from school
    I hear the two bells one
    For the JH and one for then HS
    That tells the kid that it is time to
    Move to a new class

    I am from the movie
    Where you can hold your friends hand
    When you are scared

    I am from hope
    That are country has

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  22. Skylar CMarch 16, 2009 at 7:29 AM

    I am From O’Neill
    I see a lot of people and a park and some trees
    I smell someone cooking in the grill
    I feel the cool wind blowing through my hair
    I hear the laughter of children

    I am from my home
    I see the paintings on my walls
    I smell my dad making us breakfast yummy its biscuits and gravy.
    I feel the love in the air as I walk through the house
    I hear the TV playing the morning cartoons Shea and Sean sitting on the couch.
    I taste the freshness of the biscuits

    I am from my school
    I see my friends
    I smell the food that no one likes but they run out of the class to get it.
    I feel the book covers rubbing on my hands.
    I hear the bell time for a different class
    I taste the food and I still do not like it.


    I am from my feelings
    I see the happiness amongst my family.
    I smell the coffee when I wake up I the morning.
    I feel the blankets to pull over my head when someone turns on the light when I’m sleeping
    I hear the sound of love birds chirping in the early fall.
    I taste the chocolate that makes me so happy when I eat it.

    I am from my feelings
    I see the smiling faces of my friends when were together.
    I smell popcorn when friends and I watch movies.
    I touch the camera when I take pictures.
    I hear laughing when we play games.
    I taste the Mt. Dew soda on the weekends.

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  23. Makala HMarch 16, 2009 at 7:33 AM

    I am from


    I am from O’Neill
    To Cars and candy from the St. Patrick’s Day parade. The sound from

    people cheering as they go bye one ecstatic colored floats, with candy that I grumble down from the parade after I

    get home, I am from home, with birds chirping outside the

    window, I smell the sensation of my moms apples from the fresh pie she just made.

    I hear my sister talking too much about her puppy, I taste cake because being home is fun, with being with my family. I am from school

    With the books in my locker, I touch the hard cover on the books while getting them out for class,

    kids talking before the bell rings and we have to go to class I taste spaghetti because school is boring.

    I am from hobbies, I smell fresh mowed grass as I run past it on the road,

    I smell the wild flowers, I touch the air as I’m running, I hear the wind moving the trees, I taste cake because I like running.

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  24. Jesus A.March 16, 2009 at 7:33 AM

    From wondering land to shine lakes.
    From old famers to new businesses,
    That’s what Nebraska is all about.

    From the cities to towns, from cornfields
    to the football fields. That’s right are football
    players are so tough that they play out on the
    cornfields.

    From the Omaha to O’Neill
    That’s where I am from
    The best holiday in O’Neill is
    St. Patrick it is exciting
    There’s a fun run in the morning
    In mid day there’s a parade
    And in the afternoon you
    Can hang out with your friends
    And buy funnel cakes.

    From the movie rental store to the movie theater
    Rent some movies to watch or go and watch at it
    At the theater in O’Neill

    From the gaming world to the bowling alley
    Playing games at home you get bored at the
    Bowling alley you can have fun and play in
    The arcade with friends

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  25. Michaela N.March 16, 2009 at 7:35 AM

    Poetry Of Place… By: Michaela N.

    I am from two completely different people,
    One sweet, gentle, and loving
    While the other is tough, stubborn, and hard working.

    I am from firm and strong hands,
    Carving me into what they want me to be,
    While on the inside, I am resisting and rebelling.

    I am from many memories,
    Some good, some sad, and some very bad,
    Some make me smile, but others make
    Me remember all the times when everything went wrong and my life was falling apart.

    I am from all kinds of drama,
    Most I would like to forget but
    My mind just replays everything over and over again,
    Forcing me to think about it everyday.

    I am from late nights staying out with my friends,
    Talking about anything and everything going on,
    We will always remain close to each other.

    I am from yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
    Constantly reliving what could have been,
    What should have been, and what would have been,
    If I could go back and redo regrets.

    I am from good friends becoming sisters,
    From telling secrets to telling our life stories,
    From telling each other everything to finishing each other’s sentences. And from promising to always be tight until the end.

    I am from thinking boys had cooties and realizing they don’t,
    From not even wanting to sit by them, but now wanting to date them,
    And From talking about them constantly with close friends.

    I am from that first grade class so scared and small,
    But I am now figuring out that life is an adventure,
    A path waiting to be traveled by those brave enough to venture into the dark forest up ahead, but I know that there is a light at the end just sitting there waiting to be put out when we reach the end.

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  26. Mattie M.March 16, 2009 at 8:09 AM

    I know a place where everyone knows your name
    I know a place where everybody always smiles
    I know a place where people care about you
    I know a place where history is being written everyday
    I know a place with great traditions
    I know a place where the flowers bloom in the spring
    I know a place where the young calves run in the fields
    I know a place where tractors are your wake up call
    I know a place where grease covered hands are just part of the job
    I know a place where the great outdoors is just outside your back door
    I know a place where ripped jeans and an old t-shirt are the latest fashions
    I know a place where deer and your dreams run free
    I know a place called Nebraska
    I know a place filled with opportunity

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  27. MorganMarch 16, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    California Coming Home

    California coming home
    The city slicker teenager missing a familiar home
    The city folk are different here
    You wave to every pickup truck driving past
    You shiny Volvos don’t belong here
    You’re not judged on how successful you are by how high your heels are
    Buy instead by how dirty your overhauls are

    California coming home
    From brown smog air to clear blue skies
    From heavy traffic on black paved five lanes back home to ten or so cars in one lane and riding bikes on gravel paths

    California coming home
    Skyscrapers down every street and avenue
    Coming home to the big red barn that we used to jump from the loft to the haystacks below

    California coming home
    From saying ‘hey you look like that one famous person’
    To coming home after three years and everyone still remembers your name

    California coming home
    From where the heat is deadly and snow is only seen on T.V.
    To where people are praying for the snow to melt and summer to come with promises of rain for corn and soy beans

    California coming home
    From a place full of cookie-cutter houses
    To uniqueness in everyone’s front lawn

    California coming home to Nebraska
    Wondering why you left in the first place

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  28. Holly HMarch 16, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    A Place I Call Home

    I know of a place in the Great Plains,
    Where seldom is heard a discouraging word.

    I know of a place in the Sand hills,
    Where the cattle roam the desert land.

    I know of a place in Holt County,
    Where its people bear the prefix 36.

    I know of a place in Grattan Township,
    Where gently rolling hills extend further than the eye can see.

    I know of a place in O’Neill,
    Where the Irish Heritage lives on.

    I know of a place in my bedroom,
    Where I can explore the world of fiction.

    I know of all these places,
    And indeed I call them home.

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  29. AnonymousMarch 16, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    My Heaven
    Musty, old haystacks
    Cover me up with dust
    As I leap into them

    Going on adventures in
    The big red barn
    Up in the attic never knowing
    What you will find

    Yelling, “Fetch!”
    As I throw the round,
    Yellow, tennis ball
    For my dog to retrieve

    Thinking about how that amazing
    Windmill works
    How such a thing can pump water
    As it stands high in the sky

    Running. Running barefoot on
    The cool earth
    Sometimes
    Mud squishing and oozing
    Through my toes

    Relaxing on the hay stack
    With a soft kitten cuddled
    Next to me
    Watching the sun set as you settle
    In for a nap on the
    Musty, old, haystack

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  30. wyattMarch 16, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    I know a place

    I know a place where when ever you go
    there you will always having fun or there is
    always something to do there

    I know a place where you can do what
    Ever you want at this that place you can go and
    The little river by the rail road and play in the river

    I know a place were I is quiet and you can
    Hear the faint sound of music as your eyes lids fall
    Slowly over you eyes and you will fall asleep

    I know a place where you can race around on
    Dirt bikes, and four wheelers while we drive
    through puddles and up hills
    All day long until we run out of gas or until we stop

    I know a place were you are
    always loved and cared for

    I know a place and that place is
    My grandmas house, full of fun and happiness

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  31. Brandi W.March 16, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    I know a place where the friendliest of people live
    Always there for each other through life
    Helping one another out in tough times
    With a good sense of direction in life
    Having a good attitude about everything

    I know a place where the word farming is heard everywhere
    As you drive down the highway you see many vast pastures
    Tractor drivers tilling up the land and harvesting many goods
    From mouth quenching corn I am always looking forward to in the summer
    To wheat to make many filling valuable products we use everyday

    I know a place where kids can go out and play
    Not having the fear of something happening to them
    It is always safe and secure
    In a neighbor hood where all good happens

    I know a place where people are hard at work
    Succeeding with there best effort put forth
    Lending a hand to a worker that needs assistance
    Helping a person that broke down along side of the road
    With no expectations of getting something in return
    Just the pleasure of knowing you helped

    I know a place where there is nothing much to do
    Where towns are usually dead
    Never bumper to bumper traffic
    Seeming to find enjoyment in the most boring things
    Always figuring out what do you when there’s not much to do

    I know a place where family actually means something
    Surrounding the dinner table every night
    Coming together as one and sharing stories of the day
    Visiting relatives every chance we get
    Lending towards each other with strong bonds
    Knowing they are the best life has to offer

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  32. TashaPMarch 16, 2009 at 8:11 AM

    I AM FROM (Poetry of Place)

    I am from pastures
    Golden and green in the summer
    Gold and brown during the winter
    Life to all the wildlife around my farm
    The wind whipping through it

    I am from blue skies – open and free
    Everyday a different scene
    Never ending to anything
    At night dancing with bright stars
    Showing to God’s grace

    I am from open rivers cutting the land
    Flowing blue and green off into the distance
    Filled with life – from fish to moss
    From the hills to the flat prairie
    Cutting the land into little sections
    Creating a puzzle

    I am from crops and livestock
    All year round sprinkled a crossed our state
    Varieties of colors – both vibrant and dull
    Springtime brings little buds and babies
    Fall bringing leaves and the maturity for profit

    I am from sand and dust
    Whipping winds drive them to create God’s mysteries
    At one time causing crisis across the state
    Annoying and gritty – creeping in to make little mounds
    From little mounds creating our majestic Sandhills

    I am from sunrises and sunsets
    The morning pink with blue as it rises
    Greeting he day with warm rays
    Showing its perfection on the ground
    The evening orange with yellow stripes
    Dotted with blueish clouds streamed acrossed it

    I am from nature’s beauty

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  33. UnknownMarch 16, 2009 at 8:12 AM

    I know a place, a place with everything.
    A place, that you can have fun forever.
    Filled with fun and laughter.

    A place to ride, ride dirt bikes, four wheelers and take the old truck out and spin cookies.
    Pulling wheelies, sliding around the corner, and riding the bicycle.
    Sledding in the winter, drifting in the summer & muddin in the spring.

    I know a place where you can rake hay
    Bail hay
    And stack hay

    I know a place with grandma
    A place with grandpa
    A place with grandparents

    A place on the homestead
    Out in the open
    Not a big city in site

    A place to be free
    A place to be yourself
    I know a place


    Donnie Taylor

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  34. DerrickH.March 16, 2009 at 8:14 AM

    I am from O’Neill, born and raised
    I am from bleeding husker red, forever and ever
    I am from the gently rolling hills, flowing like the Nile River
    I am from family, the must see people in my life
    I am from friends, the laughs and unforgettable moments
    But most importantly…
    I am from Nebraska


    Derrick Hostert

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  35. HumbertoCMarch 16, 2009 at 5:17 PM

    1I know a place…
    I know a place where the smell of cows isn’t a mystery.
    I know a place where the scent of corn isn’t forgotten.
    I know a place where the scent of hay isn’t mistaken.
    I know a place called Nebraska

    2 I know a place where the zoo is amazing.
    I know a place where I have lived for 3 years.
    I know a place where the city is loud.
    I know a place where the city is loud.
    I know a place that brings back memories
    I know a place called Omaha

    3I know a place where the Color green appears everywhere
    I know a place where the town is quiet.
    I know a place where the people are peaceful. I know a place where the O’Neill High
    Eagles rein Champions
    I know a place called O’Neill

    4I know a place where I go every day
    I know a place where I can go and rest
    I know a place where I get away with every thing
    I know a place where I live.
    I know a place called
    HOME

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  36. Stephanie B.March 25, 2009 at 8:06 AM

    I REMEMBER
    I remember a place where it was mine, a place I could go and hear the wind howling and the birds chirp to a tune,


    I remember the pink walls, retro bed, big open closet and two glass windows that sat on a bed of colorless rocks,


    I remember my place being only mine, one of my own keepings, my storage bin, only mine


    I remember how I called “Stephanie’s Room” and a Keep out sign hung on my door, and no one could enter even if the pleaded,


    I remember how I pretended It was a castle, and I was the princess, my dog the prince sitting on his royal dog bed, me in my fluffy pink and blue chair called my throne,


    I remember my grandmother sitting on my bedside, reading me a story about mystic creatures, a land far away,


    I remember I called it my room, in my old house overlooking a hill, of green, pasted with brown stumps, tall lines, trees,


    I remember the back tree rows, given me a place to hide when I was lonely, or sad, where no one could find me, except for the animals that found me, huddled next to a tree softly sleeping.

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