My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Thursday, September 20, 2012



Those hallowed halls,
Green grassy grounds;
The toll of the bell,
And a scamper of hounds;
Majestic Men,
Momentous Moments.
If we could only go back
If time hadn't been stolen.

We learnt of books,
We learnt of men,
We learnt to play,
All kinds of games;
Under the watchful eyes
Of Majestic Mentors
Who cared for us,
Like Moms with children.

To those who have gone
We say a sweet prayer,
May they rest in Peace,
Until we get there.
And then we'll all sing
In one shrill chorus
"Thy spirit first to life awoke"
"For Hartley, Harvard, Marsh & Boake".

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, Nov 2007

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