Part I · The High School Era (1992–1996)
I remember a place, a fine place gone.
Away from it all, lost in time.
Safe, warm, and happy den,
How I wish I was back there then.
I remember a time, the happiest days of my life.
When all was right, and the sun was bright.
Precious, free, and ambitious youth—
“Under your pillow with that tooth!”
We would wake with dawn on weekday mornings,
Singing our songs of school-time glories,
And bidding our parents happy goodbyes
We waited for the bus to take us…
To elementary school we went our way,
Planning the ways we’d pass the day,
And thinking of the games we’d all play
While Mrs. Armstrong watched first grade.
Composed 1992–1994 · part of the Poems collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.