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Graduation Processional
I am walking with gowned people in a line,
hear the processional music which gives us a sign.
We walk ready to graduate from another place,
the happy yet sad looks on our face.
In our minds we reflect back on the years,
we try very hard to fight back the tears.
Seems kind of weird that we are moving on,
as we look around trying to be strong.
We think about the friends we have met,
the people we will never forget.
Yet we are here graduating one by one in line,
in the processional because sadly it is time.
Beautiful poem, obviously. We choose this one out of tons we looked through. We are honoured to have it in our School newspaper. THankyou so much! I'm sure everyone will enjoy it, and it will mean a lot to the graduating class.