Salty Pond of Mfantsiman In 1986, a motley group of girls, Fresh-faced, mature, tiny, tall, Petite, chunky, rich, poor, Bow-legged, you name it! Ninety-six of these sorts Flowed from our homes Into the Salty Pond of Mfantsiman To begin flexing our muscles And webbed feet So we could learn To swim against or with The high school current. As ponds go, we were stagnant And somewhat calm, Growing in aquatic proportions. Then, like the tributaries of a river, We branched out Into our different houses - Engmann, Scotton, Chinery, and Butler - Marked by our distinct gingham colors Of blue, red, green, and yellow. We branched out again Into Science, Arts, and Business streams. Some had strong undercurrents And became a force to reckon with, While others were freshwater, Shallow, and just treading water. The important thing is we flowed anyways... 14 The Birthday Journal
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