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Quatrain Graduation Poems | Quatrain Poems About Graduation
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All graduates feel
they have arrived.
They’re tossing caps,
walking with pride,
a sense of accomplishment
and a measure of peace.
Excitement takes over,
anticipation sets in,
wondering about tomorrow
and work to begin.
Life looms on the
horizon, straight ahead.
What seems to be finished,
just beginning instead.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Oh how well I do remember
Dear Miss McConnell’s typing class.
Fumbling fingers seeking home keys,
And so afraid I wouldn’t pass.
The quick brown fox jumps over the…..
I was assigned that exercise.
No lettering on the keypads,
My fingers had no help from eyes.
Dropping out was not an option,
In Miss McConnell’s typing class,
For she tolerated failure
About as well as she did sass.
So with real determination,
I had achieved to some degree
Enough success for Miss McConnell
To give a passing grade to me.
These were manual typewriters
A secretary’s tool for years.
There was no way to fix our errors
Than with whiteout and messy smears.
My expertise on the typewriter,
Won me a job and first pay check.
I was so happy Miss McConnell
Had saved me from the hunt and peck.
I was wary of electrics.
I didn’t like them very much.
They would stammer and keep typing
When they felt my heavy touch.
But of course one can't stop progress,
And my manual was replaced.
But not until today's great wonders
Could errors simply be erased.
Written April 16, 2013 for contest "The Typewriter"
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013