In the midst of a sprawling campus wide,
Where engineering students do reside,
There lies a world of learning and thought,
Where knowledge is gained and dreams are sought.
Amidst the classrooms and the labs,
The buzz of chatter and clicking of tabs,
The scribbling of notes and tapping of keys,
Are the sounds of intellect at ease.
The air is filled with youthful zeal,
As students strive to make their mark and seal,
Their place in this world of innovation and skill,
Where the possibilities seem to never stand still.
The buildings are towering, standing tall,
Symbolizing a grandeur that befalls,
The souls that enter these gates of learning,
With minds and hearts ever-burning.
The grassy lawns and blooming flowers,
Are the perfect spot for study and powers,
A place where ideas are born and take flight,
Where creativity and innovation ignite.
So let us revel in this college ground.
'powers' seems a bit out of place. Otherwise, I SAY YOUR POEM IS GRAND. I was, just today, telling a college friend why and how I 'quit' Cornell in 1969.
'The meaning of BEFALL is to happen especially as if by fate.' NICE. You are 'new' to PoemHunter? Welcome aboard. : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I PLAN TO PLACE THIS FINE POEM INTO MY UPCOMING 'MAY 2023 SHOWCASE......', FOUND IN MY LIST OF POEMS. THANKS. : ) bri