Leaving a Trail

For all the children and teachers at the Harry McKillop Elementary School

In a moment deep in daydream

A student at Melissa Elementary

Chewing the end of a yellow pencil

Retreating from all the room’s murmur

Will wander out beyond a sun-drenched window

Follow the swift wave motion of a red squirrel

To a question waiting like an acorn lying in the long grass

The promise of squirrel breakfast in a nutshell

Or a giant oak maybe

His name is carved above the door

McKillop the young one wonders

Who on earth is he?

He must have been a patriot

A poet or a king

They wrote his name in stone outside

It’s in the song we sing

He might have been a sailor

A pirate or a dean 

He must have been important

And never ever mean

He could have been an astronaut

A pilot in the sky

He is, the squirrel tells the child

An ordinary guy

McKillop Elementary

Your children fair and true

The world needs all your love and care

For the work we have to do

                        Hay Machine (e)