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by Marina Bradaric
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These past four years seemed like an eternity
but the friends i've made kept me from being alone;
embarrassing moments have become my funniest memories
and these crowded halls came to be my home.

the silverhawk mascot defined me;
i could only see in silver and green.
throughout these years it's been a joy
being part of the Southwest team

from the lunch ladies who let it slide
if i couldn't always pay
to the janitors who smiled and
said 'hi' to us every day

the strangers who became friends
and friends who i grew to call family;
even after all of the drama,
it's bittersweet to finally be free

we watched our boys of football
proudly fight for the state championship
and even though we lost,
no one can forget that memorable trip.
the cold autumn nights
we weathered for our men,
painted letters on our bodies
while we eagerly raised our hands
as the trombones performed
their dangerous dance,
we stood wildly cheering
from the stands

we watched our one and only
Principal Wilks disappear;
he may be doing great elsewhere
but his memory always remains here
his Southwest roots
have long been laid
and the legacy he's left
could never fade

i wouldn't change any of it;
the good, the great, the bad, the worse
it's all prepared me to face the world.
these four years have made me into my best
and now i'm ready to fly away
and leave the Silverhawk nest

© 11 february '08


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