Another high school year has come,
Two years have gone by.
We're first year and second year then,
Now, it is third year's time
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A dream to be among those who make the high school promising.
a good cogitations....nice through out in poetic rendition....10
A matured creation full of responsibility for future.
I made this when I was still in my third year high school. I was in my first semester first grading and under my Creative Writing teacher who was a terror in my school. ^_^ Thank you, ma'am for giving me a chance to write this poem. Oh! and for giving me an excellent grade also for this piece. ^_^ She, my teacher, died with cancer last year (2008) . I hope her soul is with God now. May you rest now and hopefully happy there in heaven.
very beautiful sheila a dream