The hats came up – in harmony or not,
And spoke an English teacher – cool and witty;
The hymn resounded or South and of North;
The smiles and goals bloomed – so ever fittingly.
I thought a little back – to times of past,
Nostalgically, amusingly and musingly;
The years went by – some slowly, some fast…
Accomplishing and failing, winning – usually.
I’m just as young as graduates today;
They’re just as wise. Who knows? – Maybe wiser!
My wish? – To stay forever young in their ways,
To reach the stars, to burst like fiery geysers,
To be so ethical, so utterly “insane…”
This modest sonnet – to the class of IMS.
A Sonnet to the International School
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2022
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