Coming up to the last day for the senior students I teach and we’ve been preparing for the final farewell service, a part of which the various teachers who have been working with the students in their final year, read a poem or song line or something. In the last few years I’ve always read Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken but last year another teacher read that and I read Sometimes Gladness by Bruce Dawe, particularly appropriate because we’d been studying the poetry of Dawe during the year.
This year we haven’t, so the idea is that, in my farewell to the school too, I write a farewell poem myself, something I’ve often thought of but never been able to get the energy or commitment to complete. That’s my challenge in the next fortnight. I have no pretension at all to challenge the simple beauty of Frost’s work. For those who haven’t read it for a while here it is:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN