My Last School Poem by Hermione Femalton
My Last School
The silent tests,
The noisy breaks,
The laughing fun,
That school day makes.
The words we write,
The songs we sing,
I’ll miss this more
Than anything.
The secret words,
The randomness,
The hugs and friendships,
Happiness.
I’ll miss you all, my teachers;
You’ve given me the tools,
To start on my next journey;
Goodbye, my darling school.
(July 2008)
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4/24/2024 6:59:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The beauty of the past..longing for another chance... Yet every ending is a start... Lovely poem..inspiring..