At Beaumont Hill

AT BEAUMONT HILL

Beaumont Hill is special in more ways than one.
Education can be brutal, and many are cast aside,
But staff and pupil all the same, dare to make it fun.
Broken and abandoned fledglings, all come on the ride.

"You won't like me, no one does" the sulky face confides,
"It won't be long before you throw me out!"
And so the patient loving begins.
Until despite the odds, the sullen face is forced to grin.

At the Hill, they never scorn or mock that which a child cannot
do.
Instead even the smallest step is celebrated with a cheer
And every child begins to cry 'I can do'
The staff from top to bottom are lifted by any victory, large or
small.

In the darkened days of my long-ago youth
These children were carefully hid from sight.
Objects of pity and condescending looks
They bore the mark of imperfection
A slight mistake by God.

Now a beacon burns upon the Hill
And a child-light shines upon the world
Illuminating prejudice for what it is.
The children and the staff have met their challenge-
All that remains is for others to do the same.