poetry

Everytime I think of poetry I go back to 7th grade. We had a poet visit and do workshops with us. I can't think of her name off the top of my head but I just remembered how rude she acted while on her visit because one of my fellow classmates committed suicide. He had finished his poem and she wouldn't share it with us. But we desperately wanted to hear it. So we printed it in our school yearbook that year and it was a great poem. But I guess she also left my feelings for poetry kind of annoyed/angry and I didn't care to try and write any because of the way she acted towards us. Steve's poem was simple and short. He started by asking a question of what is cool? and then he proceeded to state three of the dictionaries many definitions. Then he kept asking why we have to be cool what does it show to us. I wish I could find it and share it with all of you but I have yet to find that yearbook all semester. But it is definitely a poem that has touched my heart and always will forever.