The Journey ( T.R. Miller Senior Class Poem)

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    • is pondering life and all that it may hold.

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    I wrote this poem for my class to have and enjoy. Some may not understand the little inside jokes, but hopefully any 2010 grads can appreciate this poem.

    The Journey ( T.R. Miller Senior Class Poem)

    These 13 years have come and passed

    And, looking back, it seems they went too fast.

    Just yesterday we were starting school,

    Making new friends, not trying to be cool.

     

    We saw the world with different eyes,

    But blink just once and watch how time flies.

    Soon elementary school was under our feet,

    And we had no idea about the challenges we would meet.

     

    Nine-eleven came and we were all confused,

    We didn’t understand why people cried on the news.

    But that was only the beginning of life’s tests,

    It was a time when good friends became our bests.

     

    Then it was on to middle school, it all happened so fast,

    We itched to get out, but each day was a blast.

    It was our first glimpse of teenage life,

    Thursday night ball games, gossip, and strife.

     

    And, for a while, a new tradition began,

    Every teacher we got turned and ran.

    But we stuck together through it all,

    And it was on to high school in the fall.

     

    We wandered around, scared half to death

    Afraid of getting in someone’s way or taking the wrong breath,

    Soon the nerves and the jitters were gone,

    And we weren’t so afraid of doing something wrong.

     

    There was football, band, and clubs galore,

    Good friends, good fun, who could ask for more?

    The classes got harder as the days went on,

    Adulthood came near and childhood was gone.

     

    We learned CPR, how to drive a car, and we learned to cook,

    We learned about true friends, hard work, and lessons you can’t get from a book.

    So many experiences packed into four short years,

    And as we sit and reminisce, it’s hard to hold back the tears.

     

    We’ve grown so close, it’s hard to say good-bye and go our separate ways,

    But our time at Miller is at an end, we’ve completed our final days.

    So off we go, into the world, and for once we’ll be all alone,

    But no matter how far we go, we’ll always know, we can call Miller our home.

                                  - Miranda Cutts

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