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.