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