5 years gone

By: Ashlee Zlotnick

So scared and small,
we walked into the big hall.
Holding hands, side by side…
we sang our song and wanted to hide.

We now the nothing grade, grade nine.
That year went just fine…
That year was all about friends
and teachers were like mother hens.

Grade ten is under way
and we chose our subjects hooray.
Time to think what we want to be.
What will happen to us? We had to wait and see.

Grade eleven, time to sell sweet hearts.
Love is in the air, teddy bears filled the carts.
Then came prom, time to dance.
Will you be spotted on Glance?

Stress comes, matric time.
Your social life is a silent mime.
Pressure is on you like mud on a pig.
If you mess up, a hole for your future you will dig!

High school structure is all set out.
How the five years work, you have no doubt.
But after that, what happens then???
Who will be our mother hen?

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6 Comments »

  1. Lauren Bernitz Said:

    This is most definitely your best poem yet Ash, you are so talented!!!!!

    You are so right with everything you said!!!!
    Great job!!!!

  2. lovely memories.
    well reflected.

  3. Green Speck Said:

    School life really has lovely memories attached … well done !!!

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