PAULITE WEB - Poems By Tony Davies
The Gathering
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To the four corners of the world we are spread,
We are diverse in our race, creed, and colour,
But we come together, a single thought in our head,
To praise the place that made our lives fuller.
To some, it was "Just a School on a Hill",
But to most, it was our driving force.
Out here, on the playing fields of life,
We'll sing it's praises, till our voices are hoarse!
A chance once more, to sit with our peers,
To reminisce about times now long past,
Revive old friendships, and make some new,
And remember when our die was cast.
These days, when life's pace is so fast,
It's good to talk with like-minded others,
This reunion has given us just that chance,
This meeting - this gathering of brothers.
© COPYRIGHT 2002 TONY DAVIES - All Rights Reserved
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