Growing hands reach toward

The growing life beneath the soil.

Growing hands -

United with one another;

Bonded by the joy of green hope.

Oh, that the world would join hands

To nurture the young lives born through

Human seed.

All so interconnected

In the garden of life.

 

A century ago (was it that long ago?!),

My own mother attended your school.

She knew nothing of soil, and plants,

And seeds.

But you... the future of hope, and

The hope of the future -

Join your hands together

And raise a garden

That blesses you and me,

And all the residents of this city

That remember South Park School!

By Margaret Hunt