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Remember child…

Remember child, as you wander the paths before you, some will be difficult. The road will be filled with ramble, rumble and thorn. It will also lead you near cool streams and hearths of friendships fire. So do not despair when the cold wind blows and the howl of doubt and fear draw close. No keep your wits about you and press on towards the horizon of your dreams. For the journey is about the beginning, the end and all of the in-betweens. A life lived is caught in storms, left tear-filled at the base of strong oaks, and laughing in the arms of those who find you and whom you find. Finally, when the days come to their long conclusion – rest assured you arrived and rejoice in the stories you have written in the world by the heart within you. #BeYou and #NeverGiveUp .

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Worthmont High

It stands

beneath the limbs and

merriments

the canter call of

time

its bricks reach up towards

multi memoried

skies

as intrepid feet

lean forward

push onward

skuttle backwards

laugh and mingle tears

within its soul;

It stands.

It stands

amongts the triumph

and struggle

its cold stone veins

leading the just and

the mightly defeated

in ordered hours

and lingered speeches

in the pursuit of

knowledge

the pursuit of gain;

it stands.

It stands

in silence

a witness to her shuffle

his hesitation

her fixation

his motivation

her courage

his redemtion

to Monday callings

and thursday maulings

to Tuesdays lastness

and Friday’s madness

it stands.

It stands

as its voice goes unnoticed

its brick notes and

roof top melodies

linger a testiment

unspoken to the fortitude

of perserverance

and the suppliment of

faith

For in these halls

little souls stand

and she makes sure

she never falters

never gives sway

for all the comings

and goings of a day

the black the blue

colbalt and shrew

madness and

due of tears

she stands.

For someday

when hands stop lingering

over plastered walls

and paint stops mending

the cracks and fall

ing spaces

when voices stop

and doors weld shut

she will be remembered

for the words

emblazoned on her skin

 

“Knowleldge is found

with open hearts, clasped hands,

and couragous spirits”

 

and

She stands.