Story Time

Ms. Widman

High School Creative Writing 


This week the students at Amundsen had a classic story time lesson. We talked about fairy tales and family memories we enjoyed. The poems we read this week for inspiration were Marie Howe’s “Gretel, From A Sudden Clearing” and Kayleb Rae Candrilli’s “My Mother Believes in My Marriage and this Shows Me Her Heart Can Forgive Even Years Spent Dancing Alone.” The students then brainstormed the characters and plot of their narrative poem. They were then tasked with writing either a fairy tale retelling or a family memory. For fun, I provided them with a wordbank from the Lumberjack Lingo: A Dictionary of the Logging Era by L.G. Sorden and Jacque Vallier. I’ve pasted the word bank below and am so proud of the students I’m publishing this week! Go Vikings! 


Lumberjack Lingo:

Acid wood Adam’s fruit After the turn of the night Alibi Day Anchor ice Arbuckle Ax man Backfire Ball hooter Banjo Barber chair Barkeater Barking spud Barkmark Barnboss Bear bait Beechnut Bible pounder Big shots Birch hook Blanket fever Blind punk Blue butted school marm Bobtailed crew Boomage Boom boss Boom company Boom dogs Boom works Bottes sauvages Broad arrow mark Buck beaver Bull bucker Bull of the woods Bull skinner Bunk chain Burn out the grease Buy my sheep Caboose Capering clothes Carcass spreader Catchers mark Cat face Cheat stick Chickadee Chuckboat Chuckhouse Cigarbox violin Cinder snatcher Clyde jammer Come along carry all Comeback Road Conk Cook shanty Corduroy Road Crazy drag Crib Crow bait Crumb chaser Cutover




A Beautiful Saturday Morning

by Giselle S.


The sun was shining and flowers were blooming

My family decides to take a walk

Unknowing walking into the unknown

As time goes by I wander off

to chase a butterfly

despite knowing the consequences

walking into the unknown

alone and afraid waiting for someone

anyone who can help me

Crying for my mother

stranded and alone

thinking I would never see them again

walking past tree by tree

walking in circles

Endless unknown things to come

how helpless I felt

Hours go by making it

cold and dreary

Until I hear my Mom

Running to a glimpse of hope

waiting for someone to come

Anyone who can help me.

I saw my Mom

and that’s when it became

warm and Sunny. 







by Octavia C.


A fiddle young girl barely making her

way into the world.


A weary and tired out man

with a target for an ethnicity.


I feel your pain.


The bond unfolds like a creased piece of paper.


Misunderstood words finally understood.

Survival being the one word they worried for.

Would he survive?

Or would he be captured in the 

dark basement in which he slept.


Th bond only grows,

words finally interpreted.


The Nazi getting warmer.


Survival is the only instinct.




Humpty Dumpty except in a sandwich on the Great Wall of China

by Dom H.


A man began his walk down the Great wall of China.

It was peaceful and beautiful scenery.

He saw a couple weather balloons.

Waved at the balloons.

All this waving got him hungry…

Luckily, he brought brunch.

He whipped out a breakfast sandwich.

Delicious! But where to sit?

He had no choice but to sit on the edge.

The weather spy balloon walked up to him 

and told him to be careful because that’s not safe.

The man said there’s nothing dangerous bout eating brunch.

He gripped the sandwich and went in for a bite.

THE SANDWICH. It must’ve fallen 10,000 ft.

The man realized the danger the balloon spoke of.

He could’ve choked on that egg.

He thanked the balloon and the egg,

then ate his sandwich. 



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.