Devoted to Skyview, she’s there for us all,
Open to everyone, right on the ball.
Never complaining, a smile on her face,
Nice to all comers, a boon to this place.
Always in action, a do-er, a maker

Trust me, I’ll tell you, a go-er and shaker.
Right now, though, we’re saddened: she’s leaving today.
Upset as we are, still, we’d all like to say:
Enjoy this last workday with all of your friends,
Xpect all our thanks, dear, right up to the end.

(No! What am I saying? The end this can’t be!
You’ll be gone, not forgotten, and maybe we’ll see
Your sweet face in our midst at a party or two,
So please keep in touch, ‘cause we’re going to miss you!)

Listen, dear children, and I will tell
Of a happening here – you know it well –
‘twas in the summer; the month was June;
Pomp and Circumstance was the tune.
Standing there straight and tall as a rod
Was Anderson, David R –the clod!
Right in the middle of taking his tests,
David was bothered by two Davis pests.
They both jumped around and shouted with glee,
As David cried, “Craig!” and then “Linda T!”
And as they remembered his help to his friend;
They exchanged knowing glances and said, “It’s the end.
You’ll be leaving this place –Yuba College – and soon
You’ll come over to Davis – we’re over the moon!”
As a tribute to how he’d developed so far,
They’ve written this bio, to David, the Star:

Dave’s a choir boy – with halo and wings
But he plays like Gabriel, and never sings.
I guess it’s a throwback from his younger days
When virtues were formed in the Boy Scout craze.
David still walks on that path straight and narrow,
A carry-over from the Order of the Arrow.

hey, man,
I need you now
to keep my edges in
to pick up pieces

I’m the Gordian knot and
want to be untied
or cut clean through
- renew -

Sisyphus is my Siamese twin –
And, man, I’m beat –
that blasted rock
WON’T STAY UP!

I’m the Wicked Witch of the West
I’m being doused
drop by drop and
melting.

so, hey, man,
I need you now,
to lend a hand
to me.

1. Limericks
   There once was a young god named Cupid
   Who thought that we humans were stupid
   So he aimed and he shot
   And he taught us a lot
   Which is why we’re no longer quadruped
   
   
2. A young golden Greek god with wings
   Who shot bows and arrows and things,
   Said to us, “Love is blind,
   But I will be kind
   And teach you to love all like kings.”

Poem for D.H. (excerpt)

Welcome, dear friends, to this festive occasion:
Our Donald is eighty today,
And I as his sister now stand here before you:
and really have something to say.

You all know about him – as husband, as father,
As brother, and uncle and friend.
His life has been long and very productive --
Of work and of play quite a blend.

He grew up in Touchet, the boy in the family,
Two sisters completed the troop;
The younger is Barbara, the older is Mildred,
They’re the core of this family group.

He is quite the good brother – and generous, too –
While in high school he worked quite a bit
To buy his sis Barbara a lovely new bike;
I know it was really a hit.

He was active in sports at his high school – the Indians –
And played all the seasons and teams.
As an athlete and scholar he got his diploma
And looked for the job of his dreams.

But World War Two had begun in the meantime,
And born in the land of the free,
He entered the service to fight for his country
To protect everyone – you and me.

Poem for Toni Palermini, former Superintendent of
David Douglas Schools in Portland, OR

Once upon a time they say
In a kingdom far away
There lived a royal lad – in truth --
This was a noble, gallant youth.

Tony was this young duke’s name
(The one of David Douglas fame).
His life was full, his days were hard ‘n’
He kept working in his garden:

Hoeing, raking, pulling weeds,
Fertilizing, planting seeds,
His garden was a joy to see
With every kind of plant and tree.
Except – oh dear! – one spot was bare:
There should have been a veggie there.

Well, Tony called his fairy aunt
To help him conjure up a plant.
She sent him seeds – 1,2,3,4
From magic Naples across the shore.

“Plant them on the fourth of June,
Beneath a full, bright golden moon."

He did it just as she had said
And put them in his flower bed.

And this is how Duke Palermini
Finally got his prize zucchini.

(P.S. his garden guru Karen Beven
Is now assured a place in heaven).

Asbestos is awful –
Be careful, beware;
Consider your safety.
Don’t breathe in the air.
Even touching it harms you,
First slip on protections,
Go straight to the boss
He’ll explain the directions.
In your room and building
Just follow the rules –
Keep cool, stop the traffic,
Learn safety for schools.
Management plans
Need to be well enforced
Or they’ll not stop the
Poison, which can kill you, of course.
Quickly seal off the room, and
Report to the chief
So he can step in
To prevent all the grief
Unleashed by asbestos.
Vacuum the rubble
With special equipment – avoid
Xtra trouble.
You follow these rules and NEVER ASSUME…..
(ZZZZZZZZZZZ, can we now leave the room?)