The summer of 2001

The bitter sound of a summer rain Wakes me up I get up, hypnotized by the flashing glares The rain draws cryptic signs On the glass. I get out on the porch The sour taste of raindrops Reminds me of my present season First of many, without you.

Paolo Driussi.

THANK YOU TEACHER

You taught us the best

Not only for the test

Things to out life

To make it nice

Teacher you are a great person

Who loved us than million dozen.

Paolo Driussi

SPRING IS A GREAT THING

This winter was so dark and dreary

The skies were always so gray

Spring brings us a glorious feeling.

No more boots, or numb fingers

No more freezing, cold days

Spring makes us all want to sing

Paolo Driussi.