Still Knights

Written for all of those who were educated in, taught at, and embodied Mecklenburg Academy

Still Knights

 

 

Vines, weeds, rocks, and trash have consumed the field

Where Knight’s feet trod towards the goals set before

Whether to score, to hold court, or to socialize.

There are no lime lines, white rope fences, or goal posts.

There are no more cheers to be heard.

 

Dust and dirt pervade.

Old furniture is stored and the tiles peel up.

Where the trophies gleamed and burgers fried.

Through the double doors where the buzzer ruled.

Where cornmeal protected the precious wood from shoes

Of Knights as they danced.

Damp and decay have reign.

 

 Yet, as I stand in the hall and far off I still hear the pride

Of homecoming and the pep rally  chants

Telling Broadwater where to go.

The same hall where after hours we ran wind sprints

Because the gym was occupied.

 

The heart of the Knight lives on without the building.

It beats in the many who wore the Red and White.

Our spirit can never be broken or overgrown.

Like the bricks and mortar we no longer fill.

We carry the spirit everywhere we tread.

Because we were taught there to run and to persevere.

 

   Our memories will never die.

We are still letting the other team know where they can go.

We are still reaching to our goals.

The Knight lives on in us all!

 

Woody Moore ‘85