Spring Poem – “The Tidal Wave”


Gabriella Komorek, Journalism Class Reporter & Staff Editor

We never realized, 

How clueless we were . . .

Young, wild, free

Running like water 

In sync with the breeze. 

We were elated, 

Looking only forward,

Wondering and pondering, 

How it may be. 

Who may we meet?

Would we be stressed?

What work will be placed on our desks?

But whatever we thought,

We didn’t see it coming. 

The tidal wave of emotions, when we’ll be graduating.