I have this thought that seems so weird,
A violin I played,
I was very short and dumb,
The thought left me dismayed.
Years later, I am at this school,
Their musician is gone,
Until the school found someone
At Earth's crack of dawn.
He didn't seem familiar,
He's not short, he's kind of tall,
He was our music teacher,
That likes to kick a ball.
He knows how to play an instrument,
Many he can tune,
I didn't know that at first,
I have him before it strikes noon.
He can play a violin,
I'm sure that is true.
We don't practice outside,
Where all the leaves blew.
Mr. Melero, that is his name,
He told us when we met.
I have known him ever since,
A name I won't forget.
He's an amazing teacher,
If I had to say.
Don't forget this poem,
It shines bright as day.
If I had to make a choice,
Happens in my mind,
Oh, please don't take the option,
For me to pick rewind.
A/N: Aaahhhh so emotional!!!! T/N means Teacher's Name. I put that instead of his actual name because.... well... ya know..... PRIVACY?! Have you heard of "Hail The Sun?" I encourage you to check out their song "Words Of Gratitude (Parents)" since it was... directed at his parents... DUH can you figure out the "He" in that sentence? It's pretty obvious once you listen to the song.... Hehehehehehehehhehehe I MAY or MAY NOT have met the lead singer/drummer... *smiles sheepishly* uh... hehehehe..... I didn't say anything.... What? Mom? You called? Oh, sure, I'll BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!!!!
Btw I wrote this when I was in seventh grade.... so like..... last year... hehehe
