a field, lush and fruitful
not like its beginning
where once was death there now is life
where once was pride there now is joy
we were together once before the project deadlines
before the flaws were revealed
before the disagreements started
like a wall crumbling under time and pressure
most groups buckled like a rat to safety
yet most perservered on
the four sides of a building came together again
what was once demolished now was rebuilt
though its shape and size was different from its orignal structure
e foundation was stronger and firmer. like rocks. or cement.
unlike soil that might be softened with water
or sand that would crumble under pressure.
a great time we had together
despite the numerous setbacks and backslashes
the wounds have healed no doubt but the scars would remain
would it not?
perhaps just as we would never forget our first love
so we would also not forget our first classmates in poly
yet despite the definite change of classmates
im sure it would be hard to forget the times we had
the times we shared
regardless of race language or religion
i'm sure the garment would be proud of us.
multi-racial. multi-cultural. multi-lingual.
and. er multi-gender? :D
