The High School Poem by Natasa To

I missed my Gia-long high school
with my true friends in the white long-dress.
Waved me in the old dream
of my childhood.
Time passed by fast,
It reminds me the best souvenir
that I never forget.
Oh, my goodness!
I want my youth age back.
It was so wonderful
with the great Catholic teacher
who tutored me:
studied,
had fun,
loved parents,
loved country,
read the books
& lot of
stories of different cultures.