I’ve attended this school
For such a long time,
Knowing that I will grow old
And graduate,
Take leave of stories we’ve told,
Songs we played by ear
And games we’ve won and lost.
At the end, when the last chapter’s read,
When the villain is dead and the heroine wed,
Let me sleep with the year book
Of the school from which I must part
Laid close to my heart.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Play It Again, Toads!
On Saturday, Kerry invited us to Play it Again, Toads! where archived challenges of the Imaginary Garden come to life again. She suggested three, from which I have chosen The Poetry in a Quote, Susie’s Bits of Inspiration from April 13, 2015 for my post, which is somewhat late due to other pressing commitments.
writing in north norfolk 
I love the last line -the only things we carry with us is what we’ve loved and learned. There is so much said in your poem and so much left to the mind of the reader. Lovely
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Thank you, Debi!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Such a timeless image of the classroom. We leave so much behind and take so much with us, don’t we?
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We do, Kerry.
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“When the villain is dead and the heroine wed,” My school days will always remain with me – the good and the bad They really do shape us, don’t they?
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Yes they do! Thank you for reading and commenting Margaret.
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