I remember

I remember

A Poem by Picture of Poetry
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A poem about my 7th grade year in middle school...

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I remember those steps,

through that 7th grade hall.

I remember my friends,

my teachers and all.

 

I remember the knots,

tied tightly in me.

I remember my locker,

with things burries deeply.

 

I remember my fear,

of just getting lost.

I remember buying a pencil,

and I remember the cost.

 

I remember my science class,

so very vividly.

I remember my teacher,

Mrs. McAuley.

 

She made my science class,

very fun and easy,

and I remember her snake,

and the habitat of beauty.

 

I remember all these things,

from that very special class.

I remember of the joy,

that came and then passed.

 

But remember these memories,

I shall always do,

never forgettign anyone,

and all that they do.

 

Though tears may be shed,

and, "I miss you's" will be givin',

we must move on remembering,

that that is all part of livin'.

© 2008 Picture of Poetry


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Picture of Poetry
This was an LA thing and I got a 100 on it, SO read it and tell me what you think of it. Please and thank you!

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Aw, this is really sweet! ^__^ A nice poem about remembering the good times in your life & your science class sounds fun. (: My favorite lines were "I remember my locker, / with things burries deeply." (although it should probably be "buried") because I can completely relate. XD My locker was a huge disaster in middle school, lol. Another typo "never forgettign anyone," (forgetting) but otherwise, great job! This was really fun to read, and reminisce upon the goold old days!!!


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Picture of Poetry
Picture of Poetry

Atlanta,, GA



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