Alex Young, Grade 12
Fall 2017 Ambassador 

Little did we know,

That we would always remember

Where we were,

That fateful September.

Those burning planes flew

Across the world

Over every house and city.

It was GeoPersonal.


The striped flag came up

And its billowing folds,

Seemed for once,

To make the bitter halves whole

But cruel time knows only

The fighting strife and devise

Of the politking agenda.

It’s GeoPersonal


Elections cement the crack,

In our poor old country.

The rash of blue and red

Can never quite seem to blend,

In ideal purple of our head.

It will always be GeoPersonal.