Poet's Platform Column | 3 May 07 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

Barbed Wire There are some days I feel like a fence. A strand of barbed wire for every year, different debris on each level. The lower strands almost unseen now, covered over or rusted away, all memories back into the weeds. Many are bent against the other from someone climbing up the years, taking it all, unbearable weight unable to keep the tension. Seems like everything that rolls, everything that could happen, hits me square and sticks there. They’ve not been all bad. There’ve been great moments. Golden flags in the solar wind. I guess that’s life. Catching moments as they roll, keeping some, letting others go. Robert W. Kimsey McCaysville, GA From “Paths From The Shawnee Spring”   Tanka Disappointments come Every life sooner, later Non stop yearly woes For time stands still for no one The sun comes up and goes down Maybell Criswell South Point, OH   “Memories of Old P.H.S.” You can’t tear down a memory Or wash it away in a flood, It stays in your heart forever And becomes a part of your blood. So turn my school to rubble... However hard they try, They won’t erase the happy times Or keep a teardrop from my eye. Bless the students growing up Whom I have never known, With football games and senior proms They’re carving memories of their own. May they cherish every moment, Make every good time last For quicker than a lightning strike It all becomes “the past”. Rita Maddy Balser Former Alumna Class of 1951 Baltimore, OH