My high school years were lots of fun;
Football; Basketball; Track I did run;
My priorities were nature then sports;
Chores; Homework; Events, all sorts;
Saturdays; work six to around eight;
Evenings; some luck I'd have a date;
Sunday; Church doors open; There;
Lord knows I could ever use prayer;
Sunday afternoon; swimming in Hart;
Right back to church before it's start;
Of course Monday AM I would dread;
Weekend wore me out; a sleepy head;
Most pleasant teen era; Summertime;
From school session; time to unwind;
From Hart to Bell Springs I'd walk;
Of God's wonders I'd stop and gawk;
Ducks, turkeys, and a three legged cat;
Small springs boiling up; otters a scat;
Fond memoirs open from deep in mind;
Those days gone; only within do I find!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem