Welcome to Green Hills East
(east corridor, that is)
A crude, adobe-and-concrete quasi-structure
much too functional even for this day and age
and simpler than a Japanese flower arrangement
which we call Home
from 7:34 AM to 2:35 in the afternoon,
and other things afterward.
Rooms with a view! (if you enjoy clay and dried grass)
Housing the most sophisticated,
closed group
on the windy campus:
We, the seniors
We come in a wide variety:
'Half-breeds are a common thing,
With tons of Eurasians making the scene;
Flips, the island boys are great,
When blended with the tropical climate.
The scattering of Chinese, collectively,
Would send (defender of Peking during boxer rebellion) up a tree.
Fancy socks are out, sideburns are in
Rare is he who wears the school pin.
Specs are common for those whose claim-to-fame
Is a good sized chunk of grey matter in an area called the brain.
Game time!
And be it basketball or football,
National Youth or intramurals,
Or a strong yay! to an otherwise coordinated cheer,
The gusto, the great spirit behind the team,
Is where the seniors are,
Whether it be adding a left elbow or a right-handed jump shot.
And be it basketball or football,
National Youth or intramurals,
Or a strong yay! to an otherwise coordinated cheer,
The gusto, the great spirit behind the team,
Is where the seniors are,
Whether it be adding a left elbow or a right-handed jump shot.
Wake! For the sun, who scattered into flight
The stars before him from the field of Night
Has set, and now its Saturday night!
A good beat to send a darkened room abouncing,
A bottle of Coke, a cheese-pimiento sandwich, and thou beside me,
Souling in the wilderness!
There was the door to which I found no key;
There was the veil through which I might not see,
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee.
There was and then no more of Thee and Me
'Cause the combo started playing.. and they're too darn loud!
The stars before him from the field of Night
Has set, and now its Saturday night!
A good beat to send a darkened room abouncing,
A bottle of Coke, a cheese-pimiento sandwich, and thou beside me,
Souling in the wilderness!
There was the door to which I found no key;
There was the veil through which I might not see,
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee.
There was and then no more of Thee and Me
'Cause the combo started playing.. and they're too darn loud!
Yet sometimes we find comfort in being alone,
In getting away for a while from the gaiety and the noise,
To rest, and submerge in the bliss of solitude,
To think on the many things that have happened,
And the many things yet to be done,
To find answers and weigh events
Or just to be alone.. and daydreams.
In getting away for a while from the gaiety and the noise,
To rest, and submerge in the bliss of solitude,
To think on the many things that have happened,
And the many things yet to be done,
To find answers and weigh events
Or just to be alone.. and daydreams.
I saw a marker
along a rocky, dusty road
which I thought
would announce the end
of my travels,
but I found the marker
announcing the start of another
journey and I realized
that graduation
was only the beginning.
along a rocky, dusty road
which I thought
would announce the end
of my travels,
but I found the marker
announcing the start of another
journey and I realized
that graduation
was only the beginning.
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from our sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Be now forever taken from our sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.