Sunday 29 March 2015

Poem by Principal

Look at the battlefield in the snow. Who is willing to hold his place alone in the center.

The stallions and the golden arrows catch the sun's glory. 


But who can tell me where i am going.

Another is courage.  In a world of chaos and conflict. 

No matter how tough the obstacles.
I swear to turn turmoil into peace.


To turn foes into friends.  There's no need for weapons.
We'll move forward hand in hand. May war's end forever.
 

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