The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
By: Sara Teasdale
The year is ending soon and we have to say goodbye to the Seniors we had previously shared memories with. It is time to welcome the students that are coming to the high school and make new memories to last for generations.
The Passionate Poet