Our Deputy Headmaster, Michael Brohier has penned a poem expressing the void left with few students to fill the school. All staff look forward to a return of the lively we College we've come to love.

Every Heart You Brush 

To you - our students (Saturday 18 April 2020)

I miss your faces,Each weekday morn,
As you stroll past familiar places,
Paths well - worn,Leaving ebullient traces;
Each smile you offer,
Conversation proffer,
Each heart you touch
with your life, your love,
Yes, there is so much!

And so, after that,
I (and by this, I mean ‘We’),
miss the echoing sounds,
as you gather in the Quad,
Your odd,
Now, strangely ‘comforting’ rebellions
against school rules,
Yes, we poor fools,
For placing store on that which,
- in the scheme of things –
now matter, not one jot!

We miss your prescience at every turn,
Boisterous, charming,
yet willing to learn,
always hungry,
at every brisk winter’s - recess - sojourn!

All that, and so much more,
We now yearn for…

Our school,
Reduced to just fine buildings now,
Is not a school,
Without its soul – you,
Without your faces,
Without you!

And so, we miss your faces,
We miss the traces
Of life that you leave,
On every sleeve you touch,
Every heart you brush,
With your brusque, adolescent charm,
Your insistence on nothing
but heady life!

This, and so much more,We miss – of you.

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