Forcibly the University
Calls to its transient and elusive students,
To answer its ever obdurate appeal.
They flock back to its labyrinthian halls,
Filled with experiences newly acquired,
During the winter break.
Like manifold migrating birds,
Their resilience somewhat alienated
By this harsh competitive environment
In this cold clime
Without friends and family,
They gather around.
It will take them until spring
To disperse again and travel
Towards places where love
Is warm and natural
To flower and grow over summer .
New waves will replace them,
Hitting or deserting our shores in turn
To the rhythm of graduations' round.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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