School Days
by
Anthony Lane Stahlhut
(Age: 47)
copyright 08-07-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
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I remember my school years as found memories,
all the hustle and bustle of the halls.
We learned many lessons during the years
both inside and outside the walls.
The bell would ring and that started the rush,
go to your locker then head to class.
Mrs. Smith the English teacher was at the door
and you wondered if her test you did pass.
We studied Science and dressed out for gym.
Then it was math and American History.
We'd head off to the commons to get lunch,
but the meat they served was a mystery.
The teachers were great, the students fun,
except for the tests, I'd have to grin.
I remember at the time, I hated it so
now I wish I could go back to then.
Freshmen in the halls were always such nerds,
we hassled them from their first day at school.
Give wrong directions, throw their books down the hall,
all in fun, we never tried to be cruel.
We all ran around happy and carefree.
Responsibilities had not creped into our head.
I think back now to what I could have done,
if I'd have listened to what the teachers said.
I was so young and thought I knew it all,
no one could tell nothing to me.
If I would have just listened to what they said
just think where I now could be!
Classes were large and I had many friends,
but they have all moved away over time.
Our dreams were so big, yet they did not turn out,
the way that they had been designed.
I look back on the memory and remember the days,
I see them all here in my thoughts.
The classmates I knew would go all the way,
and a few I believed that would not!
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This is very well written and it shows a definate remorse to it. However, I don't see why anyone would be sad about leaving high school. It was a mindless drone that drove me absolutley mad!(Wink) Keep up the good work.
SamiJo
Okay, maybe I am still 12 and in 7th grade, but somehow, I feel I know your view. I just want to go back to 4th or 5th grade because I know I could have done better, and appreciated it more. Even last year, 6th grade, first year of Middle School, was a nightmare. No doubt that this year will be more so, now that we are getting Midterms and Finals for the first time. Your poem really helped me look back on these memories, and I thank you for writing this.
I can definitely relate to this, as no doubt many can. The bonds of friendship I formed at school, I thought would last forever. They lasted until school days ended.
A couple of critiques.
First stanza, 'found' do you mean 'fond'?
Sixth stanza, 'creped' I think you mean crept.
It could be me, I'm not sure about some of the American English words.
Brian
This is a nice pleasant poem about school days. Sounds like you had many fond memories. I, on the other hand, never did like school. My only thought was, "When do I get out?" Now here I am many years later thinking the same thing about my job.
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