I Still See Her
Steve Joos
[steve.joos@thewritegallery.com]
I still see her,
in the schoolyard,
running up the sidewalk
to the hopscotch squares
on a warm fall day
I still see her
honey brown hair
bouncing as she
turns a double play
I still see her
feeding her rabbits,
while letting them run
along the schoolhouse
I still see her
quiet, erect, proper
but that sly little grin
Lending her colored pencils
because somehow I always
seemed to forget mine
© 1999 Steve Joos, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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"I Still See Her" is a follow-up to another poem about a very special grade school
classmate of mine. I never got to see her much after junior high school, which is one reason
why there is currently no Mrs. Steve Joos.
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