Cold front coming:
Get some blankets and extra socks.
Passed up on a life
With a sweet goldilocks.
So, I’m back in my own
Doing some laundry
While composting soliloquy.
I’m not in the photo,
Entered Seventh Grade.
Tossed from senior rec room,
Still ain’t yet made the grade.
It’s still all an illusion,
My calculus was all wrong.
Ennui neck and neck with nostalgia
With second thoughts coming on strong.
How can you leave the concert early?
The Force has left the room.
Remember when 6th grade H.W. Allen math
Was interrupted by a Keesler sonic boom?
But here come the rains
As the winds turn to flip North.
Who wants to meet in Ashland?
Its Train Day November 4th!
Cold front coming!
Morning’s temps will bite.
But forever will I be
Rooting for that Green and White!
Posted on October 21, 2017, in Poem and tagged alumni, blankets, childhood, cold front, composting, ennui, first concerts, Goldolocks, Green and White, H.W. Allen School, Joe Walsh, Keesler AFB, laundry, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Math, Newman High School, nostalgia, poem composing, remembering, senior rec room, socks, sonic booms, teenages, The Caluculus, the Force, Train Day Ashland VA. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.