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“Final Flight”

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The

LAST Annual

Bishops College Staff Poetry

Match

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STARRING

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Ms. Ricketts

Ms. Campbell

Ms. Swain

Ms. Murphy

Ms. Lockyer

Mr. Smith

Mr. Howard

Ms. Walsh

Ms. McCarthy

Mr. Walsh

Ms. Dawe

Ms. Clarke

Ms. Young

Mr. Pittman

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THE POETS:

Bonnie CampbellRose ClarkeYvonne DaweJeff Howard

Emily LockyerTiffany McCarthy

Anne MurphyBob Pittman

Samantha QuirkeBridget Ricketts

Bob SmithMandy SwainJoanne WalshJohn Walsh

and Aedon Young

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Match the Staff Poetwith his or her

poem and

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WIN PRIZES!

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DID

YOU

GUESS WHO WROTE

WHICH POEM?`

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Here are the

Cryptic Clues, decoded:

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CLUE #1One to three

start this “mystery”“why” Bishops Barons Are

Beloved.The Answer’s Joyful:

St. John’s’ Justifiable Best.

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CLUE #2Have a gander At Amander:

Our Ms. Swain, With a golden mane,

Sure is dandy. We love Mandy!

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CLUE #3Four Bishops’ Alumni

Once very keen, Now teacher poets

You know who I mean: 1 and 6, plus 8 and 13.

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CLUE #4: Farewell, Bishops•Friend’s future is questioned by Howard •And the Campbell clan •Relocates again. •Everything meaningful is•Witnessed by Young and•Echoed by Ricketts. •Last flight of a Walsh is also the •Last of a McCarthy.

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Here are the poems again, this time, with their poets’

names.

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Poem 1: The Last Flight by Mandy (Amanda) Swain

There once was a dog with a plane;

At Bishops, Snoopy was his name;

When he found out his school was to move;

He laughed, danced and started to groove;

'Cause being redundant would be such a pain.

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Poem 2: A Rose by Any Other Name by Rose Clarke

There once was a girl named Rose

Who tied her hair in bows

To lead the marching band

With her flag in hand.

 

Her teacher back then was a nun

Who couldn't stop her from soaking up the sun

Though she lived in summer all year 'round

She fell in love and was Newfoundland bound!

 

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Poem 2: A Rose by Any Other Name (continued)

Still

"Where the royal palms stand proudly

Underneath the summer sky

Where the tropic sun shines golden

Stands her proud Miami High..."

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Poem 3: The End of an Era by Emily Lockyer

A near decade in the making...

A sea of Formica greets me.

A vista of rolling green hills, higher education and buildings that speak,

unfold before me.

In excess of 1000 minds, hearts and souls have graced my presence.

I have Educated, Entertained, Empathized, Evaluated and Evolved

Together we have experienced victories and defeat,

Moments of great joy and

Occasionally we have shared a common grief.

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Poem 3: The End of an Era (continued)

And now I face the end of my era...

The LAST Class Test Book

Discussion Question

Smile Laugh

Tear

But wait...September will return (as she always has before)

And with her she will bring a wealth of NEW Seas Vistas Minds, Hearts and Souls

(mixed with some old)

 

A new era will emerge

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Poem 4: Red by Yvonne Dawe

REDThe colour of bloodThe colour of love

Red eyes filled with tearsRed eyes watched the years

Go by 

REDThe colour of blood The colour of love

Red eyes filled with painRed eyes watched the flame

Go by 

Red Baron is no more…..

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Poem 5: Final Flight Echoes by Bridget Ricketts

No More...

banging lockers

teenage laughter

sneakers squeaking

chairs scraping

books rustling

teachers intoning

fingers typing

PA's interrupting

No More...

gym whistles

teams cheering

choirs singing

cafeteria munchings

bells ringing

school buses grumbling

Echoes remain

Memories pervade

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Poem 6: Coming and Going by Bob Smith

I came to Bishops with long hairI leave Bishops with none to spare

I came to Bishops in excellent healthI leave Bishops with a bigger belt

I came to Bishops from very close byI leave Bishops and go to Waterford Valley

HighI came to Bishops wanting to aspire

I leave Bishops very tiredI came to Bishops and now I will leave A smile on my face and my heart on my

sleeve

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Poem 7: Haiku for Bishops by Anne Murphy

Last flight for BishopsClosing the doors forever

Opens up new ones

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Poem 8: Bishops College to WVH by Bob Pittman

From September, 1959 toJune, twenty fifteen.From Mr. Grant to

Ms. Bridget Ricketts.From uniforms and cardigans to

Skinny jeans and t-shirts.From shiny shoes and buckles to

Uggs and leather boots.From brush-cuts and braids toHair extensions and piercings.

From chalk and paper toSmart-boards and internet.

From slide-rules and compasses toI-phones and calculators.

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Poem 8: Bishops College to WVH (continued)

From teachers lecturing toTeachers engaging.

From separation of sexes toAcceptance of diversity.From Bishops College to

Waterford Valley High School.From Bishops Barons to

Waterford High Warriors.From “Laudemus Viros Gloriosos” to

?From the takeoff of Snoopy to,

The Last Flight of the Red Baron.

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Poem 9: The Last Flight of Bishops by Tiffany McCarthy

Bishops is great and has served us well.

Although it is closing, we must not dwell.

Lots of memories have been made and work has been done.

Don’t focus on the closing as new opportunities are sure to be fun.

Remember, we are all in this together

and staying positive will make it that much better.

As we continue on our last flight,

let’s make it our best and never let those memories fade out of sight.

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Poem 10: Witness by Aedon Young

Dusty old pages

bear witness

to the weight of shared experience

and the nostalgia of youth.

But change awakens the soul

to new possibilities.

Bittersweet departure

promises adventures yet to be.

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Poem 11: Where will Charlie Go? by Jeff Howard

Where will Charlie go?

Bishops is closing but people are happy

Off to Waterford Valley High they go

Both students and teachers and maybe the bleachers but

where will Charlie go?

The broken chairs and desks and smart boards are staying

The mice and the rats will continue playing

The Citadel will stand but

Where will Charlie go?

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Poem 11: Where will Charlie Go? (continued)

The Village is laughing the food court will prosper

Poor Vickie will have to settle for garlic fingers and chips

but

Where will Charlie go?

All aboard for the last Flight of the Red Baron

As it cruises with most souls aboard

For the land of the Warriors

With teachers and students

With books and cooks but

Where will Charlie go?

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Poem 12: The Final Flight by Samantha Quirke

Away I fly on my final journey,

To blaze my trail across the twilight sky

And reminisce on bygone memories,

Leaving legacies as I pass on by.

Recalling storms that I have triumphed o’er,

And companions I’ve met along the way,

The pivotal moments that helped me soar

And live to fly for another day.

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Poem 12: The Final Flight (continued)

Away, away, for elsewhere I must go!

My time amongst the clouds is nearly spent.

These aerial moments I’ll cherish so;

Dusk draws near as I make this last descent.

So now, dear friends, I bid you all adieu,

Until we reconvene on paths anew.

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Poem 13: A Morning Walk by John Walsh

The Cold Wakes Me Up.

The Smell And Taste Of My Coffee Comfort Me.

The Sun Shows Me My Direction.

My Dog Leads Me Home But First Away From Home.

His Excitement Is Contagious Onto Me.

The Wondrous Mosaic Of Creatures In The Clouds

Reminds Me Each Morning Why I Take A Morning Walk.

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Poem 14: Last Flight by Joanne Walsh

The halls will be quiet

The rooms will be bare

No students to worry

No teachers to care

 

No poems will be written

No songs will be sung

No plays will be acted

No bells will be rung

 

No recess time gossip

No class bathroom break

No trips to the Orange Store

To make students late

 

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Poem 14: Last Flight (continued)

No Curie, no Dickens

No Einstein or Marx

No chamber choir singing

Like beautiful larks

 

No canvases painted

No projects made

No high school team banners

Being proudly displayed

 

There will be only memories

As we turn out the light

When the Bishops Red Baron

Takes his last flight

 

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Poem 15: Ne Obliviscaris by Bonnie Campbell

The exile moves again.

Packing crates and chaos,

Sorting trash from treasure,

An endless dance of transience.

How is constancy a synonym of strength

When I surf volatility like an expert?

A bright whistle blows

And my thoughts scatter to the winds.

While players leave the field,

Old ghosts stand sentinel with me

Over the flotsam and jetsam of our lives.

Diaspora.

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AND NOW, THE

WINNERS!

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STUDENT WINNER:

Brittney Ford

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STAFF WINNER: Bob Smith

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Poet’s Prize: Emily

Lockyer

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THANK YOU!My deepest thanks to the staff poets

for taking time out of your hectic schedules to write such beautiful

poetry. Our school has been incredibly fortunate to have such caring, dedicated, and talented staff.

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Ms. Ricketts

Ms. Campbell

Ms. Swain

Ms. Murphy

Ms. Lockyer

Mr. Smith

Mr. Howard

Ms. Walsh

Ms. McCarthy

Mr. Walsh

Ms. Dawe

Ms. Clarke

Ms. Young

Mr. Pittman

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THANK YOU!My thanks also to all staff and

students for making FINAL FLIGHT: THE LAST ANNUAL BISHOPS

COLLEGE STAFF POETRY MATCH such a great success. Poetry is for

everyone!

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Farewell, Bishops College.

You’ll always be cool.

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FIN