(a mostly all-right sonnet whipped up for an assignment)
When now I leave, I notice as before
On ent'ring these great halls, a muffled hush
Of memories that, piled years in store,
Weigh down with gravitas the students' rush
Past trees that grew from seed with wisdom's care
Down worn stone steps where generations trod
Through amphitheatre empty, where the air,
Expecting pomp and circumstance's plod
Resounds with mute, remembered happenings
Which can be heard extolling like a bell
Past students' joys and fears. Their dreams on wings,
Like mine are left to ghosts of mem'ry's well.
My footsteps' echo fades yet to new skies
I leave these walks familiar and arise.
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