Graduates of the Flame
For thirteen-hundred years we've come to schools,
And now bright souls shining in the sun,
Have made a timely journey,
Over desks and books and bells,
To learn now that our lives have just begun.
We are the graduates of the candle's flame,
That burns still within our eager hearts.
Soaring to the stars we sing our melodies
Of the lessons learned and of our hopes,
And how we wish our lives to be.
These are my friends, I may not soon forget,
The times we spent inside these busy halls.
The seasons move in endless circumspect,
As we move forward, out to chase the call.
And backward glance the days we had it all.
And once more our hearts burn brightly,
As again we learn and move and grow,
For the day is coming soon enough we know.
When we will graduate a different kind of class.
And be joined again within the candle's glow.
© Sherry Gardner (images and words)
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