Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

A New School Year


Summer vacation is over,
You feel it everywhere,
The thoughts of another school year,
The uncertainty in the air.

Students are chattering glibly,
About the curriculum forthcoming,
And the faculty readily available,
Acknowledging that school is becoming.

Students look forward to greet friends,
To participate in sports and activities more,
For enjoyment and personal satisfaction,
But frown upon homework galore.

So many students, so many minds,
There will not be a day without some event,
The fountain of wisdom flows through books,
And every school year should be well spent.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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