"Mr. Howell’s Science Class"

Sight, sound, smell, and touch
Each a part of your classroom.
Distilled wood or rather the tar smell
It just wants to make you puke.
But it becomes familiar,
Like the sight of your best friend.

Cool two person tables
And the blue straight back chair,
A little warmer from the person before you.
Giant periodic table
From Hydrogen to Francium.
Hand made elements on the white board.
Uncle Walt, Cousin Nick, the Bart Chart

Ice floats stories read out loud
The familiar Kent stories
Jeopardy questions, then answers yelling back
And the chimer stories make us cold.

Your class was the best.
You are the best.
I’ll remember it always.
I'll remember you always.

                                                  Spring 2001

Dedicated to my 8^th grade science teacher.

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