The work you have hands full
With a heart full of good words.
Every branch of your tree of life,
So wondrously beautiful flowers glow.
You smile when Skauģi number of years,
Do not be sad, and if your hair is falling snow.
You\'re always so noble and beautiful,
In the heart and soul you live in the chest.
Go Solar happy trails and tall,
Brings handfuls of joy, giving light to others -
For here, at your table fellowship
Every one of us find ourselves a bright joy.

/ A Rode /

- the life you put Lyme.
This little world revolves around you all.
You light the stairs, through which up to be,
Where the golden sun and a large range of time RISA.

/ F. Swan /

solitude with good words to bear.
Your soul sister song and beauty,
Do good to another, - your greatest joy.
Of those people who illuminates life.

/ A Apškrūma /

Oh, the years spent together!
Although enjoyable, active and bright -
But each of them gilded
With your sincerity and effort.
Where the root source, where the root of the wind,
Where stone, which will become the edge of the field?
Where the root tear, which was held in secret?
Where the root of hope in every gas station?
Where the roots - I ask indefinitely
And endless admiration, it seems
These pages and dream kamolīts,
Where the soul lies at the heart of eternity.

Matos silver heart gold you krājies,
Happy that knows how to get the gold.
I am still with you-when talked,
Go away, become richer.

Sunflower mid-life
My teacher.
We like small zvirbulēni
Seeds uzknābājam.

/ M. Briede /

insecure and timid
We take your class came in,
But it lasted so briefly,
Because you felt it and came from here.

You instructed our ancestors
What the school cherished, wheel,
On our second mother became,
And who knows how you check that.

We iemācījāt read, write,
How to subtract numbers to put here,
And if that did not work out sometimes,
You hurry immediately scold.

While paaugāmies bit large,
We love to you bitches,
And now, when we leave school
Please, allow you to come visit.

/ Aija Celma /

sometimes I\'ve been to Eugene small
Who knew that gives him a needle,
Which unfortunately do not understand that he has a good,
And a good front door with spicēm over and over again. . .

I was like a chicken from egg šķīlies,
Who knābīti curiosity is opened,
That interfere with the nest at the edge behind the evil obstinacy,
But because of all the unknown and fogbound.

Their patience, so I wrap the horns,
Which shall be made in each of buciņš badīgu,
Their love, teacher of dalījāt,
With all the flowers of the earth will never replace it.

Thank you, teacher, I say a thousand,
And the tears that I now come from the eyes,
Is, not sad, they are tears of joy,
For me you have had other better.

/ Aija Celma /

This song, a school, we sing about tevi_ Every word is a flower, thanks to you twisted. This life force, which you gave us, We take for life to. There will be many years away. Come and leave again. Against new tālēm call every morning. But, my dear school of your travel bread We take for life to. Will dažam life easier, more difficult for another, it will be your strength and our obstinacy, but the right light, thy years experience, we will take a lifetime to. / Ziedonis Swamp /

Thank you, my dear, good school,
On the morning sun, which we Liki hands:
We take from your class promises to
Yourself up with the sun high dream stars.

Thank you teacher, my sirmais,
On the blazing heart, you gave us:
You were a great way of life first,
Who knew how to find us themselves.

For your gentle rustling white birch,
Which life springs will run over,
Progress too far to never-ending hunger
You always come to thank the school.

/ Joseph Osmanis /

call me again ucts,
I just got the sixth bench minor,
Three things to ask teachers,
Because I know what is needed.
We love to give way,
In its never too much is given,
This - a dish from which it draws all,
But who has never run out.
And wisdom we need to -
On a green branch, each will be,
But if you do not mind the work,
Then, eventually coming out Chick.
And so we are able to breathe freely,
Still need the courage to pour our hearts.
The difficult path called life
We will fully jānoiet.