Farewell & Amen School
minds are crowded with pleasant memories of this wonderful school.
Its exciting excursions,
And its unpredictable lunchtimes.
first day of school was a bittersweet experience.
It was the mix of excitement
and loneliness, elation and misery.
lt was like entering a new world.
was like becoming part of a new family
It was the excitement of a new adventure,
the crisp feel of the brand new, freshly ironed uniform.
was Dad comforting mum as she wept over breakfast...
in the car...
at the classroom door as they waved their baby goodbye.
was some of our dads telling us to be brave as they wiped the tears from our cheeks
and said a quick goodbye, "See you tonight" then racing off to work.
was being lost in a sea of strange, unfamiliar faces.
It was the joy of finding
& colouring in by ourselves.
was the embarrassment of calling our teachers Mum.
was our mothers returning to their empty houses no longer blessed with the pitter-patter
of our tiny feet.
was little children crying and waving goodbye to their loving parents.
was others bravely facing the new challenge of school.
was the delight on the faces of the many big people as they realised their newfound
was our parents looking happy and sad all at the same time.
was the fear in our hearts when we turned towards the large closed doors to see
mums' familiar face was no longer there.
It was the excitement of
playing with all our new friends.
The feeling of sadness when our lunch fell
in the dirt.
The hours flying by rapidly and suddenly to our surprise, dads
were there to pick us up,
ran to them
and hugged them
with all our might.
remember playing happily with fabulous friends,
we were so carefree,
were so carefree.
We remember seeing the white Lego table and getting squashed
in the stampede to play with it.
We remember being really scared of being left
We remember being showed around the school, it was so enormous back
We remember seeing tall teachers towering over our little bodies as they
lumbered around the school.
We must have been so small.
We remember going
home early, and boasting about the day.
How quickly things changed.
each day when we arrive, we are quickly kicked out of the car, our parents already
late for work.
Excited knowing our friends are in the playground.
a sense of melancholy overwhelms us as we walk through the gates towards the open
There, we watch the clock slowly beating out the day as we
count down the seconds 'til the weekends
so do the teachers.
was the thrill of staying up late, eating lollies and getting up to mischief.
was going outside and running around the campfire.
It was the morning people
singing at the top of their voices and waking up the sleepy-heads.
We Will Miss
will miss our friends.
We will miss the subtle sounds of the teachers' lovely
We will miss being the leaders of the school.
We will miss our buddies.
will miss the shrill laughter of the playground.
And we will miss the teachers'
weird senses of humour.
rich variety of fragrances will always remind us of this school.
heavenly aroma of the teachers' pleasant perfumes
to the absolutely disgusting
stench of the gloomy boys' toilets.
smell of the traffic was sometimes like a sour wind tearing at our
smell of the fresh air as we played on the bright equipment was often
lush smells of lunch and popcorn, wafting to the classroom made our mouths water.
wicked aroma of the overused deodorant after lunch will live long in our memories.
our lives there are sounds that will constantly remind us of (insert school name
warm tones of the teachers' friendly good mornings
(insert teacher name here) is coming!!!!!
And the deathly silence of someone
All - Ooooooo!
We will remember the ringing
of bells that signify the end of a long day .
The sweet sound of the kindies
singing the school song and National Anthem slightly out of tune.
and the ghastly
screeching of fingernails slowly scraping down the board.
drone of the teachers going on and on and on...
The constant chatter
of the children in class
Desk lids banging
Feet stomping down the halls
The incessant buzz of traffic
being dropped in the canteen line
Children sobbing from a grazed knee
the shrill of the PE teacher's whistle
BANG! The piercing noise of the starter's
The elation of TGIF - 'Thank God It's Friday'
tension mounts as the day grows near.
Our hearts pound.
Our hands sweat
and the butterflies in our stomachs work overtime.
the test was placed on our desks we experienced a mix of terror and excitement.
listened to the clock ticking away - tick tock, tick tock.
turning pages of others, caused a little anxiety.
We heard a distance murmur,
'Five minutes to go.'
We sighed with relief, when it was over.
result finally arrived we were generally pleased.
has been the bane of our existence.
Dull and annoying are just a few of the
words that spring instantly to our minds
The irritating phrase, "STOP
WATCHING TV AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK!" Will eternally echo through our minds.
know that it has been good for us but it was such a chore.
all our teachers.
You taught us well, you taught us well.
It was fun.
was, 'Hello I'm falling asleep here!'
It was enjoyable learning new things.
was frightening fractions and deceptive decimals.
It was grisly graphs and
It was confusion and relief.
It was success and anxiety.
the work was like brutally beating your head against a wall but experiencing success
was pure ecstasy.
you to all who have educated us so well during our school life.
To all the
teachers, your time was like a precious gift.
Thank you to the teachers who
cared, your words will stay in our hearts.
Thank you to the teachers of Music,
your songs will live long in our minds.
Thank you to the teachers of English
you have opened our eyes to the beauty of words.
Thank you to the teachers
of Maths, it was magical.
Thanks to the teachers of the Super Science Sessions
they have opened our minds to a whole new way of looking at the world.
you to the teachers of Sport, you made our days.
you to the teachers of Italiano tutto il vostro lavoro duro notevolmente é
our mums and dads, thank you for helping us battle through the last minute homework
late at night. Your patience was a wish come true.
To all those who challenged
To all those who helped us whenever we struggled.
To all those who made
learning frustrating and fun
We say thanks.
Thank you to all those who
have prepared us so well for high school.
To all the school helpers, we appreciate
you and say thanks.
finally to you all...
we say a heartfelt thanks...
Create a Photostory of the poem with photos from the last few years of school.
Create a Powerpoint and the children read over the images.
- Podcast the poem.
Insert your own creative ideas :)