Kevin Sells, a senior at Union High School, recently blossomed as a poet during the school's writing workshop. After sharing work with his peers, Union teacher Jared Pospisil decided to share his writing with the Dysart Reporter. "The Old School" is about the abandoned Geneseo schoolhouse. Here are two selections of Sells' poetry.
The Old School
By Kevin Sells
The old rotted doors that hang
With the windows nothing but broken glass
Once in a while something will bang
As the wind makes a pass.
Decorative art covers its walls
With grass and plants growing on the floor
Trash filling its halls
Touching its core-- almost sore.
Each room: dark and gloom
Filled with clutter and mice
Use to tell the tale of how well it use to boom?
People here and people there and they all seemed so nice
But now there's nothing that looms.
A random creak and crack
Telling the story it now lacks
Trying to bring it all back
The same story it still lacks.
Over time it will be missed
Holding to stories and tales
Even of the first kissed
But nothing it can do but hold those tales
The Old Wood Floor
By Kevin Sells
First a creek
Then a groan
Cracks that leak
And cracks that moan.
Everything you need
To love that floor
All stared with a seed
And someone who's poor
To build that hard wood floor.
But as time wears away
With all those kids at play
Eventually work their way
Into that floor that lay.
Sooner or later you will need to fix
That wooden ground with all those nicks
To silence those sounds
But it all started with a creek, in that old wooden ground