Each year during National Poetry Month, Ms. Londagin's junior English classes remake the famous American poem "I Hear America Singing" by Walt Whitman into one that is the songs and sounds of Wyandotte, Oklahoma. Zoom in on the photos and see if YOU hear your favorite sound of Wyandotte!
WHS Class of 2026
I hear Wyandotte singing, the varied carols I hear…..
The BNSF train honking and blowing its horn as it passes through the town.
The cow bells ringing on the football field every fall Friday night.
The crowd of fans roaring at the girls softball game.
The crowd of students laughing and joking in the outside commons before the day’s classes will start.
The rocks crunching on dirt roads as the many old trucks drive over them.
The yipping and yapping of the coyotes walking across Restless Ranch.
The squeaking of old chairs in each classroom as the students wiggle around.
The happy screaming of children at recess.
The parents yelling “Up, Up!” cheering on the power lifters.
The churning waters rushing over the rocks in Lost Creek
The “squeak squeak” of students’ shoes in the halls of the high school on a rainy day.
The bitter/sweet sound of the school bell ringing at the end of the day.
The jake brakes “uggga duggga” sound as the truck slams its brakes on the highway.
The engines revving on trucks as the teens leave the school parking lot.
The beating and banging of the drums, bells ringing on dancers’ belts and their singing, and fry bread sizzling at the Pow Wow.
The roar of torches in the ag building cutting metal.
The laughing and giggling of choir students during warm ups.
The football whirling through the air as the receiver catches it.
The cawing crows and twittering birds in the early morning deer woods.
The 6.7 Cummins leaving the parking lot whistling.
The screaming parents mad at a ref for a bad call.
The pads hitting, bodies going thud, and balls hitting on a Friday night.
The “gobble gobble” of neighborhood turkeys by the football field.
The Bear fans shouting “GO BIG BLACK”!
The squawking brakes of the school buses’ doors and wheels at the end of each day.The rusting of oak leaves as squirrels run on them in the trees by a deer stand.
The blaring of trumpets and whispering of flutes before band practice.
The clucking of the chickens on Broadway Street by the school.
The “Boom!” of the starter's gun as the runners blast off.
The banging and clanging of the construction machinery building the new aviation school.
The squirrels chattering and leaves crunching as I walk in the woods near Wyandotte.
The HS band blaring out the fight song and the cheerleaders screaming “Hooray!” at the end.
Each singing with open mouths their strong, melodious songs.
Walt Whitman and the WHS class of 2026.