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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Dear 8th Grade Buckeyes: A Tribute (preview)

"Dear 8th Grade Buckeyes: A Tribute"
Poem of the Day - April 16, 2020
Audio Version of Today's Poem

*Disclaimer* - I wrote this poem (or, rather, these lyrics) yesterday as I was thinking about our 8th graders and the likeliness that they will experience graduation at a later time (and that they will likely miss their scheduled activities, such as their dance, field trip to downtown, etc.). I previously changed the words of Hamilton's "You'll Be Back" as a parody to enjoy during this time of the pandemic, but this one, while still from Hamilton, is meant to be more heartfelt. If my principal gives me the ok, I do plan to record it for the graduates when the time comes. Till then, you'll have to match the singing in your head along to "Dear Theodosia" -->


"Dear 8th Grade Buckeyes: A Tribute" (a nod to "Dear Theodosia")

Dear 8th grade Buckeyes, what to say to you?
You're moving on
To high school in the fall
When we had to social distance it hurt you most of all

We're reminiscing every day with you
Your Friday jokes, your smiles in the halls,
Your kind hearts - we're who we are because of you
Your recognition is past due

You have come of age in this pandemic
You've had to sacrifice, wish you could roll the dice
And start again at the beginning
But here we are, my friends; you have now reached the end
Watching you brought us to tears
This year, this year
So proud you brought us tears
This year, this year

Oh, 8th grade we don't know what we will do
Without you
Look how you've grown
Pride is not the word we're looking for
There is so much more we feel for you

Oh, 8th grade you've kept a smile on your face
With grace
Missed your dance and parties too
Doesn't feel quite fair for you

Your faith and friends kept you strong
Your teachers there all along
for you
We'll do whatever it takes
To help you all celebrate
Now graduation is here for you

You have come of age in this pandemic
You've had to sacrifice, wish you could roll the dice
And start again at the beginning
But here we are, my friends; you have now reached the end
You are graduates today
For you we pray
We're so proud of you today
Hooray! Hooray!

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