Poem in remembrance of Mr Short…

Tobacco smoke wafting down the hall,

We all stand to attention and humbly nod our heads:

“Good day sir!”

All had the utmost respect for him.

Clacking shoes approach down the hall,

We dash away hoping not to get caught:

“Come here boy! What are you up to?”

Nothing went unnoticed… He expected only the best.

Quietly and confidently he walked down the hall,

We work hard and strive ever onward to improve:

“Nitere Porro!”

He took great pleasure in seeing Bordenians achieve.

Serenely and faithfully he strode down the hall,

We bow our heads in prayer and sing hymns of praise:

“Guide me o thou great redeemer!”

His faith and godly wisdom felt by all.

Rest in peace Sir.