Page 29 - What's Up Saint John?
P. 29
An acrostic poem written by one of the 10th
graders.
Nostalgia
Over-looking everything and not thinking
Saturday nights with our bikes, aimlessly cruising
through the fields
Talking on the stone steps outside my house.
Always overflowing with things to say
Looking at the sky and realizing the sun has set
Grassy and cold smells fill the air.
I snap back to the present and remember the times that
Already ended.
