HENRI MOSER

I love to read, write, play in the snow, deal with my kids, play football for the Vermont Ravens, and argue with my wife.

To be hairless in high school, oh such a drag;
Dreaming and hoping for the ethereal shag.

To be one of you all was such a goal of mine;
Being happy with myself would never be fine.

I left CHS disenfranchised in a blurry fog
It was through a lot of whiskey mixed with egg nog

That I saw what was what and what was not
A personality exhumed, mainstreaming untaught.

Adolescent associates, I can't blame thee for the grief--
Compassion and understanding; gone by way of a thief.