Alright folks, here ya go! (Oh, and just FYI, I did all of these poems by my nickname DC. Now you know. And knowing is half the battle.)
“The Tragedy” by DC Stark
Sorrow fills us all as we think back to
The fatal shooting just down the hall
I shall try to describe what happened
Through my own sight
The thing that took three
Dear, close lives that night
A boy, angered and red
Obviously on his mind
Revenge and bloodshed
Barry was that boys name
Someone insignificant
That shan’t be honored in fame.
He was a very shy and quiet boy
But he became dark and started playing
With the wrong toy
The toy would bring much grief and harm
The toy, as he walked through the halls
He had, was cradled under his arm
He kicked down the door
And fired like there was no tomorrow
And today that’s what brings us
The grief and sorrow
When we heard the news
Our minds did shun
The information that
The shots left but one
And so we cry
As tears roll down our faces
And the pain hurts
The pain that each one of us embraces
But now we must pull together
And do what must be done
For we can survive alone
But we must pull through as one.
Our community was shattered
By this crazy act of violence
And sorely pulled together
By the sorrowful silence
The grief is not only of yourself
But the bad memories
Must be put on the shelf
Remember them during happier times
The teen years and just before
Remember their favorite songs
And tinkling chimes
Manuel Vela, what a guy
He taught many how to have fun
And freely fly
Mrs. Caires was not just a teacher
She was a hero to all
Trying to protect her students
Is when she did fall
And Arnie Fritz, though I didn’t know him
A good guy
And his memory
Shall never dim
Natalie Hintz, our prayers with her
That she’ll pull through
True and sure
People brought flowers
And balloons swayed in the breeze
Hope that their souls
Should be at ease.
And here is the updated and edited version:
Sorrow fills the souls of all
Who think back to
The tragedy in that hall
I am not alone
But unique is my own sight
The beast that took three lives
And left us all with fright
A boy, angered and red
Nothing on his mind save
Revenge and bloodshed
We don’t speak his name
Someone insignificant
That won’t be remembered in fame.
He was a very shy and quiet boy
Inside he was dark
And knew the weapon wasn’t a toy
How could such a simple thing bring harm?
Hidden under his coat
No one knew to raise alarm
He kicked in the door
And fired like there was no tomorrow
And today that’s what brings us
The grief and sorrow
When we heard the news
Our minds went numb
The information that
The shots left but one
And so we cry
As tears roll down our faces
And the pain hurts
Wounds that each one of us embraces
But now we all pull together
And do what must be done
For we can survive alone
But we must pull through as one.
Our community was shattered
By this horrid act of violence
And sorely pulled together
By our own sorrowful silence
The grief is not only in the “self”
But the bad memories
Must be put on the shelf
Remember them during your lives
The younger years and happier times
Keep in mind their favorite songs
And nursery rhymes
Manuel Vela a dear friend of mine
He taught many how to have fun
And to walk a straight line
Mrs. Caires was not just a teacher
She was a hero to all
Trying to protect her students
Is when she did fall
And Arnie Fritz,
Though I didn’t know him
His precious memory
Shall never dim
Natalie Hintz,
Our prayers are with her
That she’ll pull through
Strong and sure
I walk along the cold cement
As the people gather outside
To show their lament
Many brought flowers
And balloons swayed in the breeze
We all hope that their souls
Should be at ease.
Every scar we carry will bleed
But the memories shall never fade
This is a trial for us
And with God’s help continuance was made
What Dave was too modest to tell...... is that not only did the local newspaper (Columbia Basin Herald) pick up on his poem and PUBLISH it, but also it was read aloud, the ONLY poem, at the community wide memorial for these kids and teacher. I was never prouder than at that moment. It was a total surprise to all of us. Dave is a very talented writer, a secret to many who think they know him. Proud mom here!
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