12 Grade British Literature with Mrs. Perry

Alfred Lord Tennyson once said that “in the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” With apologies to Lord Tennyson, at Westminster in the spring the seniors are required to turn their fancy thoughts to writing sonnets. Since they are in the process at the moment, I thought I would write my own sonnet to honor them (with more apologies — this time to William Shakespeare).


Shall I compare thee to a senior in May?
Thou art less frazzled and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darlings every day,
And college beckons just a bit away.
Sometimes the day of graduation shines,
But often parting thoughts bring sadness in.
And every time a senior wants to whine
Reflections on the memories begin.
So say good-bye to high school after all,
But don’t forget to visit, write, and call.
We shan’t forget your presence or your faces,
Nor shall we find a way to fill your places.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
We promise, yes, we will remember thee!