May Goodrell Jr. High,
so long ago,
many memories of you,
and friends had I there.
Mr. Drake in 1957,
you led me to love,
history so well,
and stories you use to tell.
Mr. Bitner Gym class,
you taught so, when we
were naughty,20 laps around,
the gym, we'll take.
Oh Mr. Hedberg of English,
you brought our way,
no chewing gum or talking in your class,
or out would come the paddle.
One day my friend Danny talked,
and you told him to be quiet, Danny
said ok, never seen any one,
shook so hard, as Danny was that day.
Of friends, there was
good ole Rudy, very
funny guy, always making
us laugh so.
Who could forget Butch and
Rick, bullies of May Goodrell,
with them there was no match,
Rick looked like a bulldog,
and fought like one.
Rick had L-O-V-E, on one
hand, H-A-T-E, on the other hand,
he could dish out both,
you didn't mess with him.
Butch was my biggest
nightmare, until one day
in class, my fist met his
face, away he went clear
to blackboard and
on to the floor.
After that Rick, Butch and me
were the best of friends
no more fights, all fun
and games.
Some things May Goodrell I
would just as well forget,
and hide my shame.
1958 a black boy, only one
there, enrolled in school, every
one refused to have him there,
school walked out, princepal, said
stay out, or come back in,
we all went back.
This fine young lad, broke school
track record that year, he
made our school proud once again.
May Goodrell miss the memories
of those wonderful days, remember
the cold winters of the 2 mile
walks in 22 below, of going to school
in the snow
that I don't miss.
Goodbye, May Goodrell,
so long, memories still have
of yesterday, when of youth
I truey had.
wrote 1-25-07
jim foulk
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