Rolling Meadows High School - Yearling Yearbook (Rolling Meadows, IL)

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In this world of such bad fateg There are so many things that I hate One of these is poetryg How anyone writes it, I just can't seep Poetry is a waste of timeg A bunch of words in stupid rhymeg If I could have everything as I pleaseg Poetry would be known as a disease jill Livermore Pen in hand I create a symphony of words. My baton flows and directs my thoughts into chosen images I am the master the guider and the light of my words. Beth Rockwell Silence Is a noisy collision of thoughts Banging, crashing A silent jingle In the confused mind Thoughts shove each other about Scratching throats Desperate for escape From the maze of confusion Debbie Kuhn

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