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Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Seniors: Class Poem
Seniors- submit your class poem here! Your teachers will select the best poem, and that poet gets to read his or her work at graduation!
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A free verse by:Ariana Bruno
So long, farewell Are we to say, adieu Adieu, adieu To you and you and you I'm glad to go I cannot tell a lie The sound of music as we walk across this stage, Wow this is cool
“Godspeed” - a Spenserian sonnet in iambic pentameter
Graduation day: we’re finally here. This is a time to look back on our past, It’s a time to release all of our fear. I can hardly believe it came so fast.
Now as we stand on the stage at long last, Look around you and take everything in, Reflect on what our hard work has amassed. Breathe as you wear your cap and gown and grin.
Just like a snake shedding its old, dead skin, We are about to leave high school behind ‘Cause this is the day our new lives begin. We’ll blaze ahead with our paths undefined.
Don’t be afraid of where your life may lead, Stay strong in all that you do, and godspeed!
We started off young, small seeds with potential. Then we blossomed from seeds to weeds. For some of us, we thought of ourselves as weeds That would never grow into flowers. But we did, we sprouted, blossomed, and opened up. We unraveled our petals, all different in color and texture. Our leaves grew large and strong with veins mimicking The most complex and unique road maps. Our stalks and stems have become thick and tall And now we tower towards the sky for a new day of sunshine Or for a new bout of rainfall. At this point now we are grown and our petals reach towards the warmth of the beaming sunlight. Nowhere else to go but up.
Swoll father whose arms be heavy large be thy frame thy reps will come thy sets be done on the bench as it is on the squat rack and give us this day our daily protein and forgive us our cheat days as we forgive those who don't rack the weights and lead us not into cross-fit but deliver us from smallness weighmen GO LANCERS!
Graduation, sweet like the first mark of spring. Birds brought back to sing. tall and taller ambition grows, wide and wider wonder unfolds. Welcoming all Worth beyond words Now look out and call the signing birds. The first flower has bloomed.
"Graduate Queen" I'm like hey, what's up, hello Seen that diploma in my mind as soon as I came in that door I just wanna graduate, got a sack of homework gotta finish thats the goal
Decisions: So many choices, so many fears A decision’s been brewing for years upon years. “You put in your efforts, you did your due time” but something’s been itching at the back of my spine. It’s the question of the decade, it’s the choice fraught with fear. Where, oh where, will we end up from here? Where can we go when we’ve nowhere to steer?
Push forward through the hardships, And find calmness after pain. The blurry years ahead of us leave so much more to gain. The future can be bright, you know, If you just give faith a chance. For the past- we must let go of now, It is but a fleeting glance.
Get out there, succeed, and prove everybody RIGHT. For we all have the potential to shine our brightest light. Take your life by the reigns and just do not forget, All the memories you’ve made and the friends that you’ve met.
A lifetime of knowledge cannot help you make a lifetime decision. We must simply try, and fail, and learn, To grow.
When we walked through Norton High School’s doors, No one knew what this place had in store. As the school improved through the renovation, We endured a parallel transformation. We all started as brand new freshman, Learning and growing with each lesson. When sophomore year rolled around, We were no longer the high school babies in the town. We trudged through English and biology, Although it was history that nearly killed me. Junior year was full of academic stress, And the worries of finding our perfect prom dress. As we approached our senior year, We shifted up yet another gear. College applications were a wakeup call, That we wouldn’t all be together next fall. The year went on and so did we, Like a bird flying from tree to tree. We completed every project and survived every test, Anticipating graduation and the start of the rest. So here we are on this June night, As we stand on stage in your plain sight. Our caps and gowns lay over our special clothes, And across the stage, a sea of purple and white flows. We’ve finished this stage of our lives, While our future still grows and thrives. After tonight we will all go our separate ways, But all stay connected by this one special day.
Just as the flowers grow in the spring, We will blossom. In the beginning, we longed for the end, But now, we have done it. We all went through struggles in these four years, But we have gotten past them. The next step may be overwhelming, But we will make it. We can all be a part of something bigger, But we just have to try. Just as the flowers grow in the spring, We will blossom.
"Farewell" - a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter
The halls are silent now, the lights dimmed black. Chairs sit, empty, the students gone again. Graduation’s here - too late to turn back. Cross the stage, grab your diploma, and then...
The world’s ahead of us, waiting, arms open, Take that first step. Don’t hesitate - just go. This is our time. This is our moment. And never let anyone tell you “no”.
The future is a frightening place, Full of memories that are yet unmade. It’s not a thing to be feared, but embraced. Stand in future’s light, not the past’s shade.
Here we are, gathered again one last time. Ready to face the future’s great climb.
Norton High was a blast. Here’s to graduating. Spread your wings and learn how to fly. Growing up together has been fun. Remember all the times we had together. Appreciate the good times. Down the road we may meet again. Unbelievable friends we made. Away we go to the future. Thanks for the memories. I’ve had the time of my life. Onto new things now. Norton High Class of 2015.
Seventeen. The Pressures on. When that graduation song comes on. You walk the stage. Receiving a slip of paper, determining the rest of your days. But you're flipping the page. Letting a new chapter begin, before your new life sets in. Do you wanna work a minimum wage or get a degree? For a life that could possibly set you free. Filled with opportunities. For us to take. While others lie in our wake.
So pack your bags, it’s time to checkout. Leave behind your doubt. Facing forward, we keep marchin’ on. It doesn’t matter who you took to prom or who hits a bong. What matters is, that we all get along. And enjoy these last few moments. Before they're gone.
The end draws near To our high school career, As we prepare to exit here With some new hopes and many a new fear, Even as eyes begin to tear, Departing from friends and peers, It is now clear, That no matter what the future holds, We shall find success as it unfolds.
“THE CALL” We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom, It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation. The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
“THE CALL” We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom, It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation. The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
A few years back we were just kids licking icecream off of hoodsie cup lids The days where we played with webkinz and silly bandz have long past And sitting here now we think, “Boy wasn’t that a blast” We made it through thick and thin. Even the times where it looked like we could never win. What about all the tests and quizzes. I’d say some of us turned out to be quite the wizzes. And how about freshman year? Being scared of the seniors that, constant fear We made it guys, we are all here. But this isn’t the end, we have a long way to go. We must move on, we've got a lot of potential to show. Whether it be graduating college as your next big thing. Or marrying your high school sweetheart with a diamond ring. Maybe even getting the job of your dreams. But what happens now, is up to you. Whatever you do you’ll make it through. Just remember the times that you had. And remember the time you became a Norton High School grad!
They say nothing can stay the same but this ending is a shame we shined brightest right before it was over super nova don't want to leave, but i need a change shout out to the class of 2015 for always keepin it clean killed it when the pressure was the most but i caught senioritus, gotta coast. -Catherine Rafuse
26 comments:
A free verse by:Ariana Bruno
So long, farewell
Are we to say, adieu
Adieu, adieu
To you and you and you
I'm glad to go
I cannot tell a lie
The sound of music as we walk across this stage,
Wow this is cool
“Godspeed” - a Spenserian sonnet in iambic pentameter
Graduation day: we’re finally here.
This is a time to look back on our past,
It’s a time to release all of our fear.
I can hardly believe it came so fast.
Now as we stand on the stage at long last,
Look around you and take everything in,
Reflect on what our hard work has amassed.
Breathe as you wear your cap and gown and grin.
Just like a snake shedding its old, dead skin,
We are about to leave high school behind
‘Cause this is the day our new lives begin.
We’ll blaze ahead with our paths undefined.
Don’t be afraid of where your life may lead,
Stay strong in all that you do, and godspeed!
"Seedlings" -- Emily Durst
We started off young, small seeds with potential.
Then we blossomed from seeds to weeds.
For some of us, we thought of ourselves as weeds
That would never grow into flowers.
But we did, we sprouted, blossomed, and opened up.
We unraveled our petals, all different in color and texture.
Our leaves grew large and strong with veins mimicking
The most complex and unique road maps.
Our stalks and stems have become thick and tall
And now we tower towards the sky for a new day of sunshine
Or for a new bout of rainfall.
At this point now we are grown
and our petals reach towards the warmth of the beaming sunlight.
Nowhere else to go but up.
The four year wait is over
I think we are all relived
for a significant piece of paper
which we all will receive
Heading towards the future
We don't know what we'll do
Everything seems so scary
but I'm sure we'll be fine
So farewell to all of our classmates
starting a new adventure
We wish the best for success
and especially happiness
-Allison Brooks
Swoll father
whose arms be heavy
large be thy frame
thy reps will come
thy sets be done
on the bench as it is on the squat rack
and give us this day our daily protein
and forgive us our cheat days
as we forgive those who don't rack the weights
and lead us not into cross-fit
but deliver us from smallness
weighmen
GO LANCERS!
4 years have come and gone,
Oh how it felt so long!
Together we've grown
Greatness we've shown
We've achieved so much to be standing here,
Filled with cheer
We will walk with pride
Best night of our lives!
John Munger
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why am I writing?
This poem won’t do.
Graduation,
sweet like the first mark of spring.
Birds brought back to sing.
tall and taller
ambition grows,
wide and wider
wonder unfolds.
Welcoming all
Worth beyond words
Now look out and call
the signing birds.
The first flower has bloomed.
"Graduate Queen"
I'm like hey, what's up, hello
Seen that diploma in my mind as soon as I came in that door
I just wanna graduate, got a sack of homework gotta finish thats the goal
Farewell:
Farewell all my friends,
Farewell my fellow colleagues,
Farewell and goodbye.
Where future ties into present
Our endeavors and our struggles
Composed into one day
Built up over the course of four years
Who we are in this moment
And who we will become
Are based on serendipitous discoveries
That have pushed us this far
Together we will graduate
As friends, as a family
We will look back to each other
But also look forward
With the world in our hands
And the future laid out for us
We will add importance to this world
The moment we walk the stage
Eugoogly
Mother cannot guide you, now you're on your own
Only me beside you, still you're not alone
RIP class of 2015 you will be missed
Decisions:
So many choices, so many fears
A decision’s been brewing for years upon years.
“You put in your efforts, you did your due time”
but something’s been itching at the back of my spine.
It’s the question of the decade,
it’s the choice fraught with fear.
Where, oh where, will we end up from here?
Where can we go when we’ve nowhere to steer?
Push forward through the hardships,
And find calmness after pain.
The blurry years ahead of us leave so much more to gain.
The future can be bright, you know,
If you just give faith a chance.
For the past- we must let go of now,
It is but a fleeting glance.
Get out there, succeed, and prove everybody RIGHT.
For we all have the potential to shine our brightest light.
Take your life by the reigns and just do not forget,
All the memories you’ve made and the friends that you’ve met.
A lifetime of knowledge cannot help you make a lifetime decision.
We must simply try, and fail, and learn,
To grow.
A name is called
Silence.
Up the steps, walk, stop.
The air is thick honey
Seeping through robes purple and white.
Spot bright, shadows dance and laugh and cry.
The moment shines frozen, focused
A blur of light and sound and held breath
And things done and things to be done
Waiting to escape in the afterglow.
A swallow flits through
And out comes a hawk
Keening and gaining height
Wings carving a path through the sky
Ready to soar.
When we walked through Norton High School’s doors,
No one knew what this place had in store.
As the school improved through the renovation,
We endured a parallel transformation.
We all started as brand new freshman,
Learning and growing with each lesson.
When sophomore year rolled around,
We were no longer the high school babies in the town.
We trudged through English and biology,
Although it was history that nearly killed me.
Junior year was full of academic stress,
And the worries of finding our perfect prom dress.
As we approached our senior year,
We shifted up yet another gear.
College applications were a wakeup call,
That we wouldn’t all be together next fall.
The year went on and so did we,
Like a bird flying from tree to tree.
We completed every project and survived every test,
Anticipating graduation and the start of the rest.
So here we are on this June night,
As we stand on stage in your plain sight.
Our caps and gowns lay over our special clothes,
And across the stage, a sea of purple and white flows.
We’ve finished this stage of our lives,
While our future still grows and thrives.
After tonight we will all go our separate ways,
But all stay connected by this one special day.
Just as the flowers grow in the spring,
We will blossom.
In the beginning, we longed for the end,
But now, we have done it.
We all went through struggles in these four years,
But we have gotten past them.
The next step may be overwhelming,
But we will make it.
We can all be a part of something bigger,
But we just have to try.
Just as the flowers grow in the spring,
We will blossom.
"Farewell" - a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter
The halls are silent now, the lights dimmed black.
Chairs sit, empty, the students gone again.
Graduation’s here - too late to turn back.
Cross the stage, grab your diploma, and then...
The world’s ahead of us, waiting, arms open,
Take that first step. Don’t hesitate - just go.
This is our time. This is our moment.
And never let anyone tell you “no”.
The future is a frightening place,
Full of memories that are yet unmade.
It’s not a thing to be feared, but embraced.
Stand in future’s light, not the past’s shade.
Here we are, gathered again one last time.
Ready to face the future’s great climb.
“The final slice”
The time has come
Our final slice of pizza
A new journey awaits
New foods to try,
New places to see,
New people to meet
A new journey awaits
Norton High was a blast.
Here’s to graduating.
Spread your wings and learn how to fly.
Growing up together has been fun.
Remember all the times we had together.
Appreciate the good times.
Down the road we may meet again.
Unbelievable friends we made.
Away we go to the future.
Thanks for the memories.
I’ve had the time of my life.
Onto new things now.
Norton High Class of 2015.
Cassandra Goyette - Class Poem
Seventeen.
The Pressures on.
When that graduation song comes on.
You walk the stage.
Receiving a slip of paper, determining the rest of your days.
But you're flipping the page.
Letting a new chapter begin, before your new life sets in.
Do you wanna work a minimum wage or get a degree?
For a life that could possibly set you free.
Filled with opportunities.
For us to take.
While others lie in our wake.
So pack your bags, it’s time to checkout.
Leave behind your doubt.
Facing forward, we keep marchin’ on.
It doesn’t matter who you took to prom or who hits a bong.
What matters is, that we all get along.
And enjoy these last few moments.
Before they're gone.
Graduation
By Eric Sanford
The end draws near
To our high school career,
As we prepare to exit here
With some new hopes and many a new fear,
Even as eyes begin to tear,
Departing from friends and peers,
It is now clear,
That no matter what the future holds,
We shall find success as it unfolds.
“THE CALL”
We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking
We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell
I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet
The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again
But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom,
It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear
We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation.
The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments
But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and
This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung
It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report
Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
“THE CALL”
We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking
We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell
I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet
The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again
But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom,
It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear
We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation.
The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments
But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and
This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung
It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report
Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
“Remember”
A few years back we were just kids
licking icecream off of hoodsie cup lids
The days where we played with webkinz and silly bandz have long past
And sitting here now we think, “Boy wasn’t that a blast”
We made it through thick and thin.
Even the times where it looked like we could never win.
What about all the tests and quizzes.
I’d say some of us turned out to be quite the wizzes.
And how about freshman year?
Being scared of the seniors that, constant fear
We made it guys, we are all here.
But this isn’t the end, we have a long way to go.
We must move on, we've got a lot of potential to show.
Whether it be graduating college as your next big thing.
Or marrying your high school sweetheart with a diamond ring.
Maybe even getting the job of your dreams.
But what happens now, is up to you.
Whatever you do you’ll make it through.
Just remember the times that you had.
And remember the time you became a Norton High School grad!
They say nothing can stay the same
but this ending is a shame
we shined brightest right before it was over
super nova
don't want to leave, but i need a change
shout out to the class of 2015
for always keepin it clean
killed it when the pressure was the most
but i caught senioritus, gotta coast.
-Catherine Rafuse
We all like to use big words.
Some of which we do not fully understand.
It makes us sound more photosynthesis.
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