DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go--
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
   One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
   And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!

John Donne

Folk, the above is a reflection on the death of one of our student's on Wednesday night. Bradley went to sleep not knowing that he would

pass on to another world. Our beautiful fourteen year old attended

Parent Teacher

evening with his doting Mum. He had just got the final permission to walk

the music teacher's chlidren up to Primary every morning. We will miss

your gentlemanly courtises that left us with the Front door

opened for us every morning.

And for some of us , we were greeted in the carpark by the roguish

young charm.

"Lollies Ms" with his hand out and everready, was our young man's

running line.

He loved lollies and loved to give and take. We will miss

you oh sweet one...life

is too short, we know but we were blessed to have

had you in our lives

over the past two and half years.

Your  wandering friends and aching Mum and family, we will take care of

and

a smile will always remind me of you...xox

Am sure you are in lollie paradisio