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Queen City News - Helena's FREE Weekly Newspaper |
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Students from the Project for Alternative Learning took some special field trips this fall for a class called “Montana Wonders”. After visiting the Lewis & Clark Caverns and Virginia City, among others, they wrote about their experiences. (Photo by Cathy Siegner)
‘Claustrophobia’
by Amber Casey, senior
(Lewis & Clark Caverns)
The treacherous crawl through the charred mist and musk
Small and black as the abyss
Infested with flying insects and fruit bats
The terror of declining rock and no breath makes my heart rush with blood
Frightened of the fruit bat swooping over my head onto the void of my memory
Claustrophobia
A dark taunting mess
Reeks like rotting flesh
Over my brain
Fastens my breathing
Where is my next turn?
Will I breathe again?
‘Sisterly Passion’
by Kristeana Macefield, senior
(Virginia City)
I burn with hate for her
Drawn deep into my own mind of slicing them away
I can feel the trickle of defeat ebbing in my head
I have to win
I have to feel the slick trophy in my hands
Heaved into my arms from the sheriff
Hot and sweating in the glistening sun
My hoop spinning faster down the hill
I can see the finish line looming in the distance
Her skirts fly as high as the women my father meets
She is the picturesque of the town pride
All the men smile at her blonde curls
Flying down the hill
Hoop flashing like a wheel spinning
I hate her
She always wins
Always in favor; taking what’s not hers
We draw to the finish side by side
My hoop just reaching beyond
Her dazzling smile
I take the trophy from her lover and smile my brightest
We must come together in a hug as only we can do
She is, after all, my sister.
‘What to Believe’
by Brielle Harding, junior
(White Sulphur Springs)
The smell of sulphur,
The burning sensation on your flesh
It’s the healing waters
But does it really?
The sick and weak come forth, surrender themselves
To become the water
But what’s really healing?
I guess it’s just the nature in you.
‘At the Scene and Little to See
Much to Hear, the Cry’s that blared
Difficult to disregard’
by Sara Rummel, senior
(Big Hole Battlefield)
I am a tepee
I care for the land that my people are gone to
My tired willow poles see it all
My tribe is in dream land and all I can do is wait...
The west hills are silent with ammo
Lurking are the men
BANG! A shot is scorched
It’s a flood of daunt
Each body paralyzed with chill
I, the only dwelling of hope they once had, am their home
In their last chance
An orgy of death swooped the valley
Children, remember the Big Hole.
‘Neutral land’
by Braxton Kukay, senior
(Big Hole Battlefield)
Traveling through the valley they discover this land.
These wampum waters believed to be beneficial to any man
A truce spread through the valley creates neutral ground
So all of you on this land lay your weapons down.
‘Hail! Spirits So Cold’
by Kyle Carson, senior
(Virginia City)
Oh, Spirits so cold,
Lands of desertion, torments and sin!
Up the menacing hills, mysteries untold.
Tales brought together in spoken history.
Through the heart of foreign territory
Wealth, riches and treasures torn by centuries.
Following tumbling weeds along barren trail ways,
Your ominous shrieks echo and taunt.
Oh, Spirits so cold,
As I roam forth on your forgotten beauty.
Thousands of perfect souls,
Men and women disappear.
As child and youth appear in curiosity
Then vanish!
Oh, these eternal wanderers
Where do they rest?
Sights drawn to the lonely hillside,
Up in gallows hang hundreds of agonizing spirits.
Forever frozen, strung out between Heaven and Hell.
Hail! Spirits so cold,
Leave behind the tears of this decadent town.
Walk towards the ashen radiance.
Shining your way.
‘Man vs. Nature’
by Reida Parker, junior
(Montana Wonders)
The heavens
Roared with
Thunder
As lightning filled
The skies
Was this god
Getting angry
Or nature’s big
Surprise
Is mother nature
Telling us
The best way that
She can
To stop the
Interference
And abuse she
Gets from man
We marvel her
Beauty
Each time we look
Around
Then dig up all her
Treasures
From their natural
Burial ground
We forget that
Nature gives us
All that keeps us
Living
We take it all and
Still want more
But never think of
Giving
We build across
The country side
Progressing every day
But mother nature
Can’t progress
For man is in the way.
‘Cave’
by Josef Maier, junior
(Lewis & Clark Caverns)
The illuminated firefly
Drifted into the cave of darkness
Lighting it up with colors from the spectrum
Weaving in and out
Back and forth
Past the magical Popcorn Forest
Between the fascinating pillars of stalagmites
And stalactites
Down the tunnel
Until he was swallowed to nothing.
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