When Dillingham 11th grader Austin Finkenbinder was told to write a piece for the radio for his final English project, he ran into writer’s block – and wrote about that.
Subjects are overrated
Gusts of wind, so much to make
The wind allows me to create
From poems to essays, books and more,
Wind is my only door.
But when the gales stop,
Creation plummets and grades drop
For it’s the wind, and I’m the sail
Without it, I will surely fail.
Now, the winds are dead,
But I’ve been told
that I must sail across the world.
Stuck in water, so’s my head
I’m sinking to the seabed.
Yip, holler, scream and shout
But there is no help about.
The ship is being torn apart,
Please winds, please just restart.
But they’re away, lost at sea,
Hoping the winds will save me.
This piece was written for an English class at Dillingham High School. The students chose to write either a personal essay, a poem, or an opinion piece for the radio and web. The views expressed here are entirely the writer's, and do not necessarily reflect the views of KDLG.
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