by Sherry Lynn Aug 28, 2004
category :
Life, society /
other
It was a cool August morning, there was a slight breeze that flowed through the air; it was actually a relief compared to the temperature that one normally would have experienced this time of year. The trees were in full bloom and the grass was a dark rich green. The parking lot was half empty, not many people had arrived yet for the first day of junior high. |
by Sherry Lynn
I know this is a story and not a poem, but it is a true story through the eyes of my son. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed him telling me all about his first day in junior high. |