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Nostalgia: K-8

I remember in kindergarten,
I and a few friends were put on the yellow light,
the light of shame, for playing tic-tac-toe on the Spanish room tables.
oh shame, shame, shame...
In first grade, I miss that teacher, Zoellner fell asleep in calss,
we yelled and screamed to wake him up, he started snoring.
If I remember correctly, second grade was when I got locked in the
janitor's closet, and banged on the door for help.
In third grade, we smile to remember, Samantha
got up on the table, and took her shirt off, 
waving it like a banner around her head.
Fourth grade, a turning point in my life,
we used play money to buy stuff our moms donated-I spent $325
on something my own mom donated-how embarassing.
Fifth grade was the year we all argued over the name of the class lizard,
Humphrey, Simba, or Geiko? We duked it out,
and Humphrey was known forever more.
Sixth grade was the year I fell in love,
my first real taste of it, and I was scarred forever after...
Seventh grade was the year of the scud,
and the little guys were everywhere,
on notebooks, bookcovers, and even in permanent marker on my shoulder.
And eighth grade, my final year at that school,
might end well, I know will learn from it,
I did learn one thing throughout all these years.
I will miss it.

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Nile Queen

Lotus in her hair
Tall and imposing woman
High Egyptian Queen.

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Bilingual Book

I read an old story I wrote in a note book,
it was from fourth grade,
I think,
and it was like reading dome foriegn script.
Have I really changed that much?

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Hunting Deer With Dad

One morning, sometime in the Fall,
we went up to our cottage on the lake,
and I put on my camoflauge,
and sharpened my broadheads for the hunt.
My dad and I walked silently through the gray woods,
noting every little barkscrape on the thick trees,
carefully picking our way around brush and ferns.
We found the blind,
a simple affair of branches and logs.
Sitting down, I stretched my bow taut in anticipation,
feeling the plastic fletch on the cold carbon shaft.
A grouse stomped through, a noisy bird,
and my heart started to beat;
I thought it was a deer,
but relaxed infinitely when I daw the fat bird.
Not ten minutes later,
the call of a whooping crane shook me from my thoughts,
and I saw a little figure creeping towards us.
A bobcat, small and lithe,
crept past us,
slinking low to the ground,
the little stump-for-a-tail- held low,
and I smiled at the little feline,
though it didn't smile back.
My feet were cold,
we went back to the truck without a sound.
I love hunting with Daddy.

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Declaration of Independance

We'll just say I love you,
(though people say it's just puppy love,
though it never was between them and me,
but me and you)
and I know I always will,
but we are not "we" anymore,
so I will now sign this really big,
like ole John Hancock,
I will make it big,
so you won't have to squint your pretty eyes to read it,
so let me sign this declaration of independence,
saying it is no longer "we",
but the new "me", since again,
I'm on my own.

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Do You Feel the Same?

Quando tutti i giorni sono fatti, 
e soltanto le nostre anime rimangono
 su questo posto e quando persino le fazioni di 
buon e lotta diabolica, ancora sarò il vostro e sarete mine. 
Ti amo ed io amili, anche quando tutto 
sembra perso e niente sarà mai ancora di destra. 
I hope you feel the same, my love.

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The Neighbor Kids

I got a call one day,
it would be my first babysitting job,
so I was excited and nervous.
I got there 'round five;
the mom was friendly, 
I loved her smile,
she'd be back by eleven, she said,
and I waved to her when she left.
The little girl, Marly's her name,
a sweeter cherub one could ne'er find,
I coloured Cinderella and Care Bears for an hour,
then made paper airplanes that went every which way.
I made them chicken,
they said they hated pepper on it,
so I put it away and never saw it again.
They ate for an hour, it was relatively quiet,
and afterward it was time to wake up the baby.
At first I was unsure,
babies are a little tough,
but we didn't turn on the light.
Marly came with me, she told me what to do.
We sang "You are my Sunshine",
and the little one, Lucas,
said to play trains.
We played trains,
and built long winding tracks,
driving Thomas the Train around and around again.
Then it was Cartoon Time.
After three episodes of Spongebob, it was Bed Time.
A change of diapers was next, another new adventure,
and the two elder ones went to bed.
I stayed up with baby,
and he was as quiet as can be.
I nearly jumped when the door opened,
but is was just mom coming home. It all was good,
I told her,
the kids were asleep,
(one in Mommy's bed!)
and the baby was ready to go snuggle up in his crib.
I bid her goodnight and stepped into the dark,
thinking of the fun time I had,
and slipping in the fresh mud on my shortcut back home,
still smiling.

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Little Children's Toys

Squeaky and coloured
They roll and bounce like a ball
A child picks one up.

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Ode To the Cheese Crispito

Although we all know it,
you can't spell out perfection,
and our stomachs to it we commit,
under our seasoned inspection,
the smell is in the air,
so thick we can almos taste its glory,
O how we try to not stare,
and like a wolf with its quarry,
we leap at it with great joy,
the texture O so splendid,
unmatchable by any false decoy,
the only thing we ever did,
was eat the Crispito.

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Ignoring the Drum Major

I'm ignoring the drum major
Or at least I wished I was,
since she can be very loud,
and I'm fingering my Shako,
you can pet him if you want,
he won't bite, I promise,
and my Dinkles have a rock in each heel.
I want to bend over and take it out,
but the thought never forms in my mind.
I watch the crowd with lazy eyes,
that way they can't see me looking around,
and now that I have nothing to do
but watch the drum major and think,
I become aware of my muscles, 
and decide to think about something else.
I realise I had left my ankle brace on the tightest setting;
I could feel my circulations weaken in my toes.
Quick movements catch my eye;
We snap-turn and exit the field, 
I'm still thinking about the rocks in my Dinkles,
and don't even notice as it starts to rain.