Tho' it were ten thousand mile

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Our annual fine arts and music extravaganza just ended! My students made me very proud :-)

I am thankful for music we share - more than that, I am so thankful for the times I've known them.

Here are the flowers given by them.
Such a beautiful bouquet...

Here's a poem by Robert Burns -

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Music by James Mulholland on this text