Another high school year has come,
Two years have gone by.
We're first year and second year then,
Now, it is third year's time
Some dreams were broken,
People say 'goodbye'.
While others came true,
Soon they'll say 'hi'.
However, do not be in despair,
Cause' there's still hope in the air.
Just like what others say,
'Tomorrow's a new day'.
Freshmen promised us good.
Sophomores promised us well.
We, the juniors, promised you the best,
Until we reach the senior's realm.
We shall work hard and try,
To make our skills reach their might.
Therefore, our dreams will stand high,
Above the clouds, beneath the sky.
The dream of ours shall continue,
In every air, we breath,
With every decisions we take,
For every steps, we make.
Trying hard to fulfill our destinies,
As third year of our school and as citizens,
We shall keep things up,
and in our final test, we shall be on top.
Until another year's over and gone,
and the next year's soon will come.
We can finally say that we succeeded the test
To be seniors at last.
A dream to be among those who make the high school promising.
a good cogitations....nice through out in poetic rendition....10
A matured creation full of responsibility for future.
I made this when I was still in my third year high school. I was in my first semester first grading and under my Creative Writing teacher who was a terror in my school. ^_^ Thank you, ma'am for giving me a chance to write this poem. Oh! and for giving me an excellent grade also for this piece. ^_^ She, my teacher, died with cancer last year (2008) . I hope her soul is with God now. May you rest now and hopefully happy there in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful sheila a dream