GG is my great grandmother,
She has lived for a century.
All the time that we’ve spent together,
It’s like an adventure, you see!
GG tantalizes and tempts me
With many tasty treats.
Sundays, sorbets, suckers,
And other succulent sweets.
And the stories she tells, oh they are so grand,
The words dance around in the air;
They dazzle the room like stars in the sky,
GG never forgets to add flair.
I love when I see her,
I try to go every Sunday.
She really is great-grandmother,
And that’s all there is to say.
Written by Mark Ewert, pictured here with his dear GG
Of small things with larger insides
With certain sprite, size cannot cage
Step after step, sun-running strides
Fabulously Zoe takes the stage
Dancing, Drama, all with finesse
Handmaking hearts in seven ways
Many talents does she possess
Coaching the grade nine one act plays
Loved well by friends, lover of tea,
Tap dancing guys, by family
Caring of heart, most flexibly
Daresay Hugh Jackman would agree
Of time and effort spent behind the scene
Leading on, a sparkling queen
Written by Sara Cotter about our wonderful Zoe McCullough
Oh trash can, you don’t get as much as credit as you deserve.
You take on so much stress and hatred, like coal aspiring to be a diamond.
Oh trash can, no one ever calls you beautiful,
Even though you help the world with its sorrows.
Oh trash can, I want you to know that you mean something to me.
Without you, the world would be off-balanced, like a table without its fourth leg.
Oh trash can, you need to know that you are loved,
For you are simply a bud aspiring to be a flower.
Oh trash can, thank you.
Written by Emily Olson-Pearson, seen here with her poem displayed on a Vancouver trash can
Passion and humour built a great actor
To produce the most beautiful art
Blessed by a composed intensity like no other
Talent and you will never be apart
Those media skills are mad
You have a knack for technology that is rarely found
Your videos make everyone glad
With their imagery and sound
From what I know, I can tell you have a heart of gold
I wish your creativity be forever young and never old
Written by Wendy Zhang
Have you ever seen a river so graceful yet fierce?
Or a lion, with the wind making waves in its soft, golden fur as it runs across blistered sands? Perhaps you have been so fortunate to stand in a storm and feel its chaotic beauty dance around you. Maybe you have stood on a jagged mountain peak and seen the sun rise from its sleep and drag old paintbrushes across the sky, or have you lain on the grass with the night jasmine drifting around you, unable to tear your eyes away from an inky face splashed with stars.
For it is easy to say you have done all this once you have met the masterpiece that is Olivia Reeve, who’s name rhymes quite nicely with something, something Steve.
Written by Lucie Warrington
Prepare for the tale
Of a human, not whale
The simply majestic Emily Lei
Icon, legend, everyone’s bae
Famous for her sparkling wit and endless sarcasm
But no so much enthusiasm
She LOVES sitting in the front row
And can often be found with a sketchbook in tow
There is much I could say about Emily Lei
But then I would be stuck singing praise till my voice ran away
And though “sketchy” may be her most favourite colour
My love for her is truly top dollar
Written by Christine Molnar about her pal, Emily Lei