Red Bricks
Each red brick tells a story
A story eighty years old
The tale have we often heard
The legend remains untold
Miss Jerwood sowed her dreams in these grounds
The fruits of which we reap.
She sowed her dreams in these grounds
The legacy that is ours to keep
She sowed her dreams in these grounds
For the young and for the old
Each red brick tells a story
A story eighty years old.
Each red brick tells a story
As vast as the boundless sea
With its roots deep in the ground
And the branches that are unfettered and free
Nurtured with love and kindness
Garnered by faith and prayer.
Each red brick tells a story
A symphony of care
Each red brick tells a story
A light of eternal glow
A light to dispel the darkness around
A light to spread and sow.
For when we a life's crossroads stand.
We might remember for eternity
Each red brick's story
Each red brick's story
And be the person that we aspire to be
And be the person that we aspire to be.
© 2017 Shreya Chadha
