A Centurion Speaks

Over one hundred years, here, have I stood
One hundred years which have been great and good
And though I am old, I am not yet frail
Instead, my heart beats: loud, hearty and hale

Numerous friends I have, since, come to know
And our friendships still continue to grow
For they recall me each time they do re-unite
And remember the days we spent, sunny and bright

On my part, I oft remember those cheery young lads
Their whims, their fancies, their ever-changing fads
But, as constant as the sea that massages my back
For cheery pranks, laughter and music I never do lack

With me, these young boys, did many lessons learn
In their achievements, my heart with pleasure does burn
And I continue to swell with such joy and pride
For I hear tales of their success from corners wide

Those days, I remember, when on the sunny sports field
In competitive combat many ‘weapons’ they would wield
So that their team could,its flag, fly vibrantly high
As earnest enthusiasts would, loud support, vigorously cry

My memory is indeed a glittering treasure chest
For I remember many a vibrant, cultural fest
Of debates, drama and quizzes that I still admire
Of music, songs and a band that played with fire

Over one hundred years, here, still I live
One hundred years, with much more to give
Earnest young lads the tools with which to rule
A world of ambition that begins, with me, their school

That continues to stand, here, on Santhome High Road
To provide future learners with a lovely, warm abode
So that, they will, in their actions, words and deeds
Be true ambassadors of me - their school - St Bede’s.