The little man darting up the tree.
The kid with stings, bites and bruises.
The joy at finding spiders and beetles to see.
The sad face when his team loses.
The dancing girl we could all look up to.
Singing about butterflies and happy times.
Telling stories through and through to me and you.
Whistling words with witty rhymes.
Proud teachers and parents gazing onwards.
The strumming rumbling tuneful times.
Their journey goes on and onwards.
The walks, the runs, the climbs.
This isn’t a time of sadness or madness.
You’ve touched us all, including me.
This is a moment to feel collective gladness.
The books passed around silently.
Your departure may come with haste.
Jet off, carry on the journey of life and love.
To the future, you go, do not waste.
Look back, look up, down, left, right and above.
We were here. We were now. We were one group, at one place, in one time. We were lucky.
Get out there. Carry on to share. Bring that spark of sunshine, in another place, in another time. You’ll be lucky.
They’ll be lucky.
(Unless Mr Lee makes coffee again: for the love of God and all the holy characters, stay away from the coffee machines)
Farewell and Bon Voyage Shawver tribe.