The sun rose.
The mood fell.
The day is hot.
Hot as hell.
The music in the air,
All the tribes dance.
The sound of the music relaxes us.
Children play and dance all day.
The voices of those you love is in the air.

-Jordan
Class of 2010.

A Halt

People here and there
Running fast and wild
No one person has a care
Feel free do what you dare
With a strike of a snare
Now everyone has a stare

-Jordan

Class of 2010