A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1985–86 School Year
Harmon Middle School
This year I had my son in class—
I had no worries that he’d pass,
(And not because—now don’t be crass
I favored him—or gave him breaks—
I cannot think of worse mistakes.
But Steve, I knew, had what it takes.)
The year flowed on—we did some shows.
The DC Trip (the wise one knows)
Was fun—and tiring—quickly flows.
We did some Shakespeare—had a blast.
Then watched that Shrew film
(what a cast!)—
And memorized, from first to last,
That speech by wild Petruchio—
The speech that I still seem to know
About the mind—the body, Yo!
I taught Jack London’s tale as well—
That one with Buck, who, tale to tell,
Is famous—has no parallel.
The 8th grade show came whirling by—
And when it ended? See me cry!
My year with Steve had gone buh-bye.
But in the summer we would see
The Yukon in its majesty.
What better summer could there be?
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