by Owen Seckers ’24
I hear Saint Ignatius High School singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of teachers, each one singing theirs as it should be smart and fun.
The students singing theirs as they complete their homework or test,
Dr. Fior singing his as he makes ready for announcements, or leaves off work,
The custodian singing what belongs to him in his cart, the mop singing on the bucket,
The coaches singing as they sit on their bench, the whistle singing thiers as they blow,
The priest’s song, the lunch lady’s on her way in the morning, or at noon or at 3:00,
The angry singing of the dean of students as he reprimands a student for forgetting his tie, or of the young SEP campers at camp, or of the player playing or learning,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The school what belongs to the school—at night the nature of animals,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
