Sunday, July 18, 2010

Camelot .. poetry


They were days we thought would never end
We were filled with all the wisdom
Fifteen or sixteen years could impart
Our kingdom was just a bus ride away
We navigated the obstacles with the ease of familiarity
We made friends with wondrous ease
We fell head over heels in love,
Sometimes more than once a week
Some of us found lifelong loves and partners
Some of us found lifelong callings and careers
We honed the basic life skills we learned in kindergarten
We found allies and rivals
We understood everything completely differently than we do today
We were living in Camelot and never knew
We called it by its dreaded nom de plume, high school
If it were a lifetime as we surmised,
We have lived more than two others since then
We learned who we are by learning who we were in History class
We learned the whys and how’s of the world’s workings in Science class
We learned the beauty and majesty of life
And how to capture it in English class
We learned that, although everything is life does not,
Everything in Math class does add up
We learned about the caste system in the cafeteria
We learned survival of the fittest in the gym
We learned about serenity in music class
Some thirty-five years has passed
And I can still recall the elations of high school
I can still that aloneness that sometimes came with is as well
I can still summon up the feeling of sitting in front of a blank test paper
I can remember the necessary blandness of cafeteria food
That was the reward of being part of the herd
And that is not a negative thing,
For it helped teach me the value of my uniqueness
I was and am collectively part of the class of ’75, WCHS
It is a label I will wear proudly
On the lapel of my individuality
It is part of who I am
But it is not the sum total of all that I am
Knox, Noble, Renfro, Sweet, Tippett, and Grimes
Scott, Richardson, Jones, and Dye
Will always have their hand in my life
As they tried (sometimes in vain, it seemed) to mold me
Every teacher I have had in my life lives through me
I left Camelot much different than the day I arrived
And I took a piece of Camelot with me

Ron Simpson, Jr.
July 18, 2010

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