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22 June 2015

Leavers' poems

I will remember:

Fields which go on forever
Changing colours
From the amber of autumn, to pale wintery white, then to the Growing
green of spring and summer.
The climbing storeys of the cedar tree.
The mellow cream stone of the ancient house patched with grey.
Rows of rosettes and towers of saddles.
The clock marking the passing time.
The smartly clipped hedges of the box garden.

I will remember:

Lying lazily in bed, moaning in the morning to my friends.
The creaking of the uneven stairs.
Chattering and clattering at breakfast.
Harsh bells summoning us for lessons.
The irritating fuss of chickens
As they waddle penguin wise into the art room.

I will remember:

The comforting smell of cooking from the kitchen
Sugary sweet puddings, succulent sausages.
The box gardens with the warm sea smell.
The sharp scent of freshly cut grass.
The fragrant flowers on polished tables.

I will remember:

All of this, all my life,

Sad to leave, but happy to remember.

 

Kate P