I thought it was a great day but really it was bad, I heard a girl call my name but I didn’t see who it was I thought she was my friend but was only a young girl. I heard her say whats your name you seem very kind I started to laugh and walk away without asking what her name was.
(next poem)
The year go on and on and on but I’m about to graduate I heard that some of my friends were moving and some were going some other school I ask everyone that I like were there going they say either Sherwood or Barton I just wonder what school to go to, then I hear some one I miss so very much was going to Barton so then I say that’s the school I will go to Barton.