07/24/13 - 6:36pm
By Melinda Anderson, Kasilof
The soft weeping of a young girl,
she wonders where they are, or even if they are on the way in the car.
But then reality hits, and she wipes her eyes.
her face is flushed and her head is throbbing,
But then a though drifts through her mind, “Why cry?”
She walks through the crowds of people, and stands on the podium, tall and proud.
her words ring through the people, stopping them in her tracks,
her speech speaks for her class.