May Goodrell Jr. High, <br />so long ago, <br />many memories of you, <br />and friends had I there. <br /> <br />Mr. Drake in 1957, <br />you led me to love, <br />history so well, <br />and stories you use to tell. <br /> <br />Mr. Bitner Gym class, <br />you taught so, when we <br />were naughty,20 laps around, <br />the gym, we'll take. <br /> <br />Oh Mr. Hedberg of English, <br />you brought our way, <br />no chewing gum or talking in your class, <br />or out would come the paddle. <br /> <br />One day my friend Danny talked, <br />and you told him to be quiet, Danny <br />said ok, never seen any one, <br />shook so hard, as Danny was that day. <br /> <br />Of friends, there was <br />good ole Rudy, very <br />funny guy, always making <br />us laugh so. <br /> <br />Who could forget Butch and <br />Rick, bullies of May Goodrell, <br />with them there was no match, <br />Rick looked like a bulldog, <br />and fought like one. <br /> <br />Rick had L-O-V-E, on one <br />hand, H-A-T-E, on the other hand, <br />he could dish out both, <br />you didn't mess with him. <br /> <br />Butch was my biggest <br />nightmare, until one day <br />in class, my fist met his <br />face, away he went clear <br />to blackboard and <br />on to the floor. <br /> <br />After that Rick, Butch and me <br />were the best of friends <br />no more fights, all fun <br />and games. <br /> <br />Some things May Goodrell I <br />would just as well forget, <br />and hide my shame. <br /> <br />1958 a black boy, only one <br />there, enrolled in school, every <br />one refused to have him there, <br />school walked out, princepal, said <br />stay out, or come back in, <br />we all went back. <br /> <br />This fine young lad, broke school <br />track record that year, he <br />made our school proud once again. <br /> <br />May Goodrell miss the memories <br />of those wonderful days, remember <br />the cold winters of the 2 mile <br />walks in 22 below, of going to school <br />in the snow <br />that I don't miss. <br /> <br />Goodbye, May Goodrell, <br />so long, memories still have <br />of yesterday, when of youth <br />I truey had. <br /> <br />wrote 1-25-07<br /><br />jim foulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-goodrell-jr-high/
