Student Publishing Program ::

Dylan Bowers

Late...Again

I woke up this morning,

Not feeling quite like myself,

When I paused a moment,

To glance at the shelf,

That was placed at eye level,

Directly to my right,

As my face contorted in anger,

At the familiar sight,

The little red numbers,

Read the time as seven,

Which made me perk up,

From my slumber in heaven,

I thought about going back,

To where I wanted to be,

Asleep under my covers,

Engulfed in a dream,

But in a half trance,

I rose from my place,

And only could think,

Of the consequences to face,

So when I walked into class,

I couldn’t help but grin,

When I saw there was a sub,

And I could have slept in.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]