Heres a little Holiday Throwback Thursday entertainment for you all from an old friend, Dan Kaschel. I believe he wrote this in English class for our transition from Jr High to High School (circa 2002). Please tag those people named that I was unable to, if you can (Jessie Aja, Marci Baranski, Hayden Brown, Kelly Claxton, Ryan Harper, Lisa Hemming, Jenn Osburn, Tom Phillips, David ???). MERRY CHRISTMAS MY OLD FRIENDS Do You Remember, by Dan Kaschel Do you remember, long ago, The child walking free of care, Walking toward impending future, Blankly meeting teachers stare? Do you remember ages past, Walking through painted halls, Looking at the brick composure, Seeing pictures on the walls? Do you remember your first friend, That smiling face that set you free, That feeling washing over you That set you full of boundless glee? Do you remember how it felt, To live in clothes of pink and blue? I should think you would remember, For that child was you. Now skip ahead about four years, To Central Grade School and 4th grade, Where innocence of childhood, Begins to see some wear and fade. And see Ms. Mattern pondering, The ice age when she first was born, When dinosaurs of all types died, And when her favorite blouse was torn. Then find Dominics favorite teacher, Mrs Spencer, looking sad, Her papers nowhere to be found, Which still makes Dan look bad. And there the ties of friends are found, Twas there the friendships tore and grew, Twas there eternal ties were bonded, There that yearning hearts pursue. Now once again, forward in time, To current home, East Junior High, And see the kindred children learning, Little fledglings, learn to fly. Here we are, our hopes and dreams, All bond together and reveal, The deep and darkest depths of self, And break forever darkness seal. Some have gone forever, true, Yet some have come to join us too, Have come to join our little family, Just like a tree that grew and grew. Hard it is, and hard it was, Ever growing harder still, Yet a strength still lies within us, Pressing forth its eager will. We will make it, all together, If indeed we do at all, We will stand up for each other, Catch our friends if they may fall. With the help of honorary, Members of our wondrous team; Speak of Myles, Chapple, Brady, With all respect that we may deem. All together, strengths and skills, Eternally combined, Are sure to show themselves for something, Serve us all in kind. Mr Alton, laughing freely, When he knows that he should not, John with lunchbox contents sitting, Where they have been left to rot. Marci kind without restraint, Playing strings with skill and poise, Hayden Brown, whos also known, As Washington of noise. Kate Campbell, nice and friendly, Quiet but with subtle charm, And Dominic, we so regret, Who still retains his injured arm. Polly and her great guitar, With Claire and Jessie as Cloud 9, Nick Dennis, with his ready grin, And hates to miss any punch line. Rachel, and her lapdog too, (As David has been dubbed), Content to sit there as she waits, As David while his hair is rubbed. Miles, quick on every laugh, Always first to make a joke, And works just great with his pal Ryan, First to laugh of other folk. Loupy, with her knife in hand, Her gun in belt in fighting stance, And Sarah Olson running in, To join in Loupys deadly dance. Jenny with her silver flute, All backwards upside down, With Tom behind her in rare form, Looking like a dizzy clown. Alex, fearless leader strong, For tis what suits her best, While Stephen speaks of great H-Bombs, And bullets to the chest. Zachariah red-cheeked and laughing still, Always fun to have around. Logan running round the room, Trying not to make a sound. Its not working. Michael fellow poet mine, Confident in rhyme and verse, Amy glaring eyes ablaze, With words appearing slightly terse. Finally in the nick of time, Alana comes to save the day, Lisa running close behind, Keeping Kelly well at bay. And that is it, our mottled crew, Yet altogether, were quite fine, Theres not a wayward comment heard, Of angry words theres not a sign. The perfect crew, yes that is us, If ever perfect crew there be, Theres nothing we cannot achieve, On air or ice or land or sea. And Im sure glad to be a part, Of something greater than myself, A memory of greater power, That wont be put to shelf. So thank you, class, for everything, For constant strength and cheer, For all the little things I missed, And every single tear. For all the love and care you showed, Through all our years of life, For all the effort you put in, To take away our strife. Thank you for the things you did, Whether you knew or not, For everything that helps each one, Helps the entire pot. Thank you for each smile you gave, And every joke that each one told, Though goodness knows that some of Bills, Are getting pretty old. And Ill remember, High School to come, All that you have done for me, And I hope, that come next year, All together we will be. Drop a few from our small team, Maybe get some new, But thats not the important thing, They will be part too.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 03:12:42 +0000
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