A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1983–84 School Year
Harmon Middle School
My next year back was more relaxed—
Oh, no more German! (So relieved.)
And I was certain—and believed—
The Tree of Failure I had axed.
The plays continued—three that year.
Oh, I’d done two the year before—
Including Snoopy (what a
score!)—
Oh, happiness was always near.
And with some kids I wrote a play—
We named it Murder on Bus 10.
We mounted it (December) when
The snow was flying every day.
And then old Billy wandered through—
The Kid (I’m sure you heard of him!)
Some cast—oh, I was proud of them—
And then, in May—oh, something new!
The first of all our 8th grade shows—
The “Farewell Show” we called them all.
Some skits and songs (we had a ball)—
And dancing, too. (The show just grows!)
And soon it is tradition, and
It ends my year with fun and tears.
Oh, it went on—a dozen years!
And at the end the crowd would stand.
I was exhausted by the end—
But feeling wonderful, as well.
I’d found my calling (can you tell?)
I loved it so—cannot pretend.
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