Goodbye to the Old Life: Poem From Class

From Old To New: A Different School

Surrounded by the people I have grown up with
Joyful feelings for the warm season of freedom called summer
The swings we used to play on
The gravel that soaked up our blood
The memories will always be remembered

Nervousness and sorrow fill me
Faces that I do not know
I am unfamiliar with this place
But new memories will be made within these walls