YEARBOOKS


  Forty six years old, dust and cobwebs, they
  Waited for me,

  These books I remember during my years at 
  A long ago school.

  Bernardo Yorba is where I made my journey on 
  An early morning cruise,

  When I saw those yearbooks, what memories 
  They brought to me.

  When I opened those yearbooks there was before
  My eyes, yesterday,

  Turning the pages showed me many ghosts of friends, 
  Images from the past.

  I picture them moving along across the school campus, 
  Laughing as once before,

  The sounds of those school days, I can hear in my head, 
  Looking through books.

  Action shots from our years at a school, Bernardo Yorba, 
  A little fun back then,

  Pictures of teachers, some are gone now, their voices 
  Echo through yearbooks.

         Keith Garrett