Fruita Monument

By John Gilbride

Through the single hallway, the trail of tears.

I carry the heavy load of textbooks,

But the weight of tests and homework bring fears. 

I put in the hours, I read the long books


Does it pay off, what do sleepless nights mean?

It means an A minus for my efforts 

And an infinite stress in this scene.

The school is a wasteland, a desert.


The coffee runs low and the lunch gets cold

We pick up our pencils to write this song

For school teaches us to grow old. 

Then off to college where we go headstrong.


We learn the importance of it all now.

We make it into adulthood, anyhow.