My time at Holywood Primary is nearly at an end
We don’t know what’s in store for us just around the bend
I’ll take with me my memories of mud and games and fun
Of learning and playing in the woods in wind and rain and sun
Of all the smiling faces and happy shouts of glee
And muddy children everywhere (sometimes up a tree)
Of whittling and campfires and building the best den
Of learning all your letter sounds and counting up to ten
But children grow and move on and everything must change
Not coming to this school again will feel rather strange
But all of you will be there in my memory
The happy times I spent here at Holywood Primary.
By Mrs Madden
I want to dedicate this poem to Mrs Nyondo and all the 2025 P7s who, like me, are also moving on to new adventures.
