Our Lessons Our Path! Poem by Sebastian Mari

We are all but the few the chosen…
The selected few from the Land of the Meadow;
Our Home of solitude and of pride.
We are … in the vines that we grow in
Still shaded by our Schools great shadow;
And still focused and bright-eyed.

We walk the path of the gifted
Simply, we stem from a good place;
A place we once called our home.
Our Spirits strong to be lifted
Wearing all but a guarded face;
Lacking nothing to where we roam.

I saw smiles dampen to reason
I saw children become grown;
I voiced my teaching from that season
And was heard.. my words become known.

We are but a few here today
But our memories remain strong;
Of those who shared this common path.
Some fell short along the way
And be to that they will always belong;
Our Friends Our Passion Our Heart.

We are ‘cos we listened - we excelled.
Still those classrooms hold echoes;
A simple test to a completed essay.
We are ‘cos we were taught well.
The heart of a teacher doesn't let go;
And the purest remains true today.

Some failed and may have passed it by
This place of plaster, board and stone;
Some may have fallen by its stern hands.
We the few share its careful eye
This school we once called our Home;
Our Lessons Our Path Our Meadowlands.