Poetry from 8th grade through the recent events at Sandy Hook. Various themes and styles. I did not include the 4th grade poem called, "Spring," but perhaps I should, now. Spring spring, what a wonderful thing, nature faces, the human races, we sing, just like spring. I promise some of the others will be better. That was my first attempt at poetry when I was nine or ten. Many many moons ago. In High School, I wrote "Frogs." Frogs can't dance; Frogs can't play; Frogs go to France, and become Frogs Legs.