“Great Expectations”

To Windthorst I came late in the fall,

With great expectations — or so I recall,

I looked forward to seeing new faces in class,

And taking the subjects I knew I should pass.

My impressions are fixed now, it currently seems

That totally false was each of these dreams,

With all the boys, I’d thought it’d be heaven,

But it hasn’t worked out; so back to Glenavon.

The girls are prettier than I’d thought they would be;

Though none but a fool could prefer them to me!

(My vanity comes from the pressures of rhyme —

You know that I’m modest all of the time!)

My rhyme is near finished, my brainpower low,

My thoughts have diminished, and so I shall go.

Life, bring excitement!  Life, bring romance!

Life, bring me something!  Windthorst last chance!

Written as I entered Grade Twelve in Windthorst, Saskatchewan.

Grandma sold the farm in the summer/fall of 1974 and we moved to the Village of Windthorst.

I wrote some poetry for the school paper.

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