Voices in the Halls  by thomas kvamme

so many times, i've walked these halls
all throughout these years
the voices in them, every and all
have gone into my ears

many of them i am glad to hear
some i would rather not
i see the faces new this year
and the ones that time forgot

i see and hear them all the time
out of them not two the same
i see and hear them all the time
many of them without a name

to those of you without a name
i am sorry i do not know it
you could be a scholar, a player of the game
or the one who loves, but is too afraid to show it

to all the ones i don't know
i wish we had the chance
to talk and laugh or cry and grow
to sit or stand or dance

to all of you who know me
i am glad that we have shared
this path before us, no end to see
on which we have been paired

My Poem To Erin     by thomas kvamme

i see her there
sitting on the third stair
sitting with her thoughts alone
little by little writing her poem
i do not know what she's writing
whether it is tranquil or exciting
writing her hopes or her fears whatever it might be
the poem can be no more beautiful than she

In God's Hands,
thomas kvamme