What Was and Will Be (author unknown) (trees chopped down at the school) Beacons of wood, the public’s good that line the road to learning Each on its own hard to pick out but together they stand strong And so they stand posts of the land witnesses to growing time They greet the young with the bell rung the fine detail blending in As much a part making the heart of the school as themselves No greater true than what will grew with the fall of the colors Stirring beauty of which the key is the crisp faint red leaves But from now on the scene will don a glow lesser in glory The summer storm “Twenty-One-Five” rattled through the town of Chan They lost their own with the wind blown the tree cracked and bent back Life, Maple red all over head branching in jumbled twist So this next year with shiny tear they will try to carry on Though they do know lives come and go still they wish to prolong The spared rest will try their best for both what was and will be