Outlandish castle of pessimism,
Once I felt I could rot in those deep drains
But those Gothic figures gave me no permission
As I let the central hall take my claim.
There was a keen eye,
all very careful to scoff at every horror
Old,vintage coils of time
as my imagination became a boarder.
A founder's portrait still spick and span,
The infirmary is humility's very own personification
New Martinians' annual clan
is reserved for another yearly initiation.
Forgive me for my belated relay
I've pined for your approval
These walls of old that fought colonial decay
I now count in the plural.
Come, let's cleanse our motto clean,
Free from all cynics' revolts
For the glory that had once been
do we calmly implore.
A grand old tradition
This calls for more than just pride
Not just youthful transition
As the river of memories approaches high tide .
This communion for the ages
in this castle of education
The Martinian bells are chiming ageless,
on the threshold of transformation.
One for health
One for glory
One for the hearth
One for the cause of this history.
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This poem is written to celebrate 200 years of my alma mater La Martiniere College, its old identity fused with the new and the legacy that I share.
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