Cynical Travel Poem, with Stereotypes

Let’s go to the Canadian wilderness

Paddle canoes across crystalline ripples

See Indians glare and set their traps

Avoid those earthen iron teeth

Watch your step, or else they’ll snap

Or, no, let’s go somewhere different today

How about the famed Oregon Coast?

Getting lost on Portland’s one-way streets

We’ll eat some crunchy Starbuck’s toast

Or see posh artists paint and boast

Okay, maybe not. We’ll try somewhere else

What do you say, somewhere sunny?

Let’s drop down to California’s bays

Watch plastic people soak up the rays

Then smoggy skies might darken the day

I don’t know, what do you think?

They’re all screaming with personality

Some are urban, some are abandoned

And summer time in one,

is like winter in another

So you choose, or I’ll choose the other

- Chantel Roice

Chantel Roice graduated from Journeys School in 2011. She is enrolled at Pacific Northwest College of Art in Portland, OR. Chantel is contemplating a major in English, yet her true love is fine arts.

Dreams

Dreaming is water

It is smooth and clear

It does not need to be open

It only needs the stableness of the spirit

The fruit with a heart

In it the face of dust that unifies the universe

And that becomes many

The light comes, trespassing what is invisible

Believing in what it is, rather what is not

The life within life that carries light

Reality it is not, but real is the essence of been not

Something is born out of nothing

The waking up.

- Gabriel Chapeton

Gabriel Chapeton graduated from Journeys School in 2011. 

Blind

I gaze upon the beauty of this world

Endearing faces, majestic mountains, abundant colors;

Watching humanity flow together.

And nature’s beauty unfurl

Staring into the eyes of one I love,

Truly seeing into their gentle and adoring soul.

And yet, sometimes I wish I was blind

Free from all the slightly prejudices of mankind.

No longer able to see the color of one’s skin

No longer able to judge a book by its cover-

Only to learn and be influenced by the endeavors unseen.

And to avoid the distortion of beauty

That so often is created by our human eyes

And finally be free; living by sound, feeling, touch and smell.

No longer subjected to the seen world

But embraced in the arms of the unseen.

- Michaela Miller 

Michaela Miller is a senior at Jackson Hole High School.