"I looked up at the clock;
it read 10:00 A.M.
I was still in bed!!!
The sun streamed throught the window pane,
I smile, summer's here again!
Those summer days,
so long to fun and dirty feet.
But now I have to go back to school,
my freedom ripped away,
how cruel!!!!!
By Ann Arbor (Eileen F.)
September Good Morning Song
Good morning to the bus,
Good morning to the school.
Good morning to the pencils and pens.
Good morning to the teacher.
Good morning to the kids.
Good morning to learning with my friends.
Anonymous- (Kevin)
Poems of an Irish Immigrant by James B. Johnston
When advancing years slow my steps
And my mind turns increasingly
To the contemplation of past years,
Will I, in exile, fondly remember
The land of my birth? The land
I left when fear shrouded
The serenity of family life;
When bullets and bombs
Overshadowed the beauty of the mountains
And the music of the streams, and
My search for true freedom found fulfillment
In a new life in a strange land. (Ryan D.)