Never again to walk those wonderful brick halls.
Only to come back years ahead
As a stranger and an outsider-
As a student never again.
And to cherish the sweet days I had there.
To remember those many memories,
and remember them again.
Of sweet friends,
And that beautiful, old campus.
Of days gone by.
Tears . Should I cry?
I am leaving that comforting safety net I call school
Where teachers care,
And talent can spread.
That beautiful school is like a shelter to me.
A launching pad for the real world that lies ahead.
Now I am ready
And my journey begins.
By: Erica Glover.