Year 12's last day...

It's hard to believe the day has crept up so quickly. It'll be odd not having them around the Senior Centre. Too quiet. Today I was at the Valedictory Service where Chamber Choir sang 'Fields of Gold'. They were all teary - and so was the choir. There was some awesome comments and poetry and stuff from the tutors and I'm going to post a couple of bits and bobs over the next few days...starting with the beautiful poem Mr. Wynne wrote for the year 12's:

Arriving at Now

Sometimes, it seems we wake and find
we've spent whole months
or lives, looking always ahead,
as if life, to be lived
is around a corner somewhere
and now is nothing

But this at last is now.

This is you, the girls you know,
and friends, family in a bright hall
on a spring morning; a last collective
of story and memory, the classroom doors
Closed behind you.

This moment at the end of waiting
you standing and singing together once more,
the wall of windows, trees and light.
Look at how real it all seems suddenly,
everything so vivid and so clear.

It's now

It's late light
on a flock of dark birds,
And when they turned away
the sun came all on them
And their wings were broad and white
and they shone seperately

What summary can we make
for those impatient for a moral?

Things change? We grow wings?
You leave with our love, even our envy,
the unfixed future, the pattern-less sky
to fill with your own clear lines

This is not a morning for conclusions.
You are moving on, the signs are good:
the ivy is in glossy leaf
ti-tree in its fine white flower,

Now throw those glass doors open.

Warrick Wynne

Sadly Mr. Wynne is leaving at the end of this year as well. It seems all the good teachers like leaving...