If these halls could talk

As the doors close on the school you’ve called home,

Where for almost five decades kids have learned and they’ve grown,

Half your lives lived around and inside the schools walls,

Life stories in pictures once hung in these halls.

Now empty corridors speak stories you’ve shared,

Memories of teachers and friends, who’ve all cared.

These hallways took witness to joy and celebration.

Your stories of friendship, growth and exploration.

They echo the day you arrived scared and shy.

You missed your mom and you started to cry.

But Ms. White s pixie dust saved you that day

It stopped you from crying and you knew you were okay.

The halls speak of movie baskets won at Krazy Ticket Night,

Of the caterpillars and pupa nurtured until flight.

They whisper of kids exploring nature with zeal,

Dissecting owl pellets outside with George Steel.

From the day you arrived with a name tag and fears,

To the days the doors close as you watch through your tears.

The hallways in Kings were your hug and your guard.

To leave them behind will surely be hard.

However, Kings was the place where you first became you,

And Kings will live on in all that you do.

The halls will remind others of the love Kings provided

And retell the stories, and lives that it guided.

Connie Wright, a parent
of a Kings Elementary student