Each year consists of two semesters long;
Such is the life of a grade twelve student:
The crisp pages of opened books, the throng,
Of classmates gathered; attentive, prudent,
He rakes learning that he accumulates.
Then comes flurries of homework: the on-slot
Settles on the weary brain; insulates
The oncoming new year to melt not thought,
But regenerate the buds; his growth steep
He branches to discover his passion
And flower he must; contented to reap
Both semesters' ends, in his own fashion.
For harvest, eventually, labour's fruit
Else he satisfies not student's pursuit.
Such is the life of a grade twelve student:
The crisp pages of opened books, the throng,
Of classmates gathered; attentive, prudent,
He rakes learning that he accumulates.
Then comes flurries of homework: the on-slot
Settles on the weary brain; insulates
The oncoming new year to melt not thought,
But regenerate the buds; his growth steep
He branches to discover his passion
And flower he must; contented to reap
Both semesters' ends, in his own fashion.
For harvest, eventually, labour's fruit
Else he satisfies not student's pursuit.
Feb. 5, 2011
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