Mt Mansfield Union High School

Spooky dirt road,
A black raven’s crow,
Skeletons of trees,
A mystical breeze,
Ghosts of the past,
An old haunted house,
Within not a mouse,
Memories of gold,
Now rotting and mold,
A tattered torn map,
Could it be a trap?
Red X on the floor,
Was that there before?
A dark, deep abyss,
Do I have to do this?

Click wrrr click click
8:00 AM for 3002
Swings wide with free abandon
Binders flying in and out
Backpack bloated
Metal stomach empty until 3:00 lunch.

Click wrrr click wrrr thunk
Crash!
8:00 AM for 3003
A foot lashes against
The sad blue stomach
In frustration not earned

Click wrrr click wrrr click
3003 relents, wincing as
The drippy coat
The grassy shoes
The muddy cleats
The textbook not covered
Are forced in
Crushing that day-old egg-salad sandwich
With the squelch of a road-kill frog.

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencil lines are drawn in wood
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when I was that small,
and praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when I was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how excited I'd be
to see I'd grown, I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much life has changed,
through the seventeen years that I have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when I was to small.
And my only wish was to be tall.