400 – a poem

Jacob Ross, age 7
November 25, 2015

My school is 400 years old this year – a very big number to me.

It makes me think of ancient times and Greek mythology.

I think of decaying buildings full of carvings, beams and cracks,

Of fearless knights and a dragon with a sword stuck in its back.

I think of an old man with coffin spots, a walking stick and hat,

But my school The Perse isn’t anything like that.

My school is full of life and smiles,

Happy children running round.

My school is a place of learning,

Excited laughter is the sound.

My school is always growing,

Getting stronger all the time.

It is 400 years young this year,

It’s really quite sublime.