High School


New dudes, new chicks.

New classes, new cliques.

New teacher, new book.

thats freshman year, now lets tke another look.


Another teacher, algebra 2.

Another locker, drivers ed too.

Another quiz, Another test.

Thats sophomore year at its best.

Then Physics, english 3

Then a parking permit and U.S history.

Then looking in to college, growing up is  fear.

Thats simply junior year.

Last year of homecoming, walking in these halls

Last prom, last year seeing postrs on these walls.

last peprally, the last football game.

The end of your high school year, afterthey call your name.





This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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