| Poem By Karen Fairfield |
| OUR CLASS-'55 There was a time, now lost in long ago When we were children playing in the sun. Then, moving through the passageway called life We learned to walk and after time to run. And now we meet again on equal terms. The trials of life and age have dealt Quite evenly with most of us- We share the angst that all have felt. We also share that common world long passed- A place where dreams were dreamed and still untried- A school days world now gone. Yet all the memories last- And by life's trials made sweet and not denied. Some friends have left and can't be here today; Yet they remain in that remembered age. The rest of us will gather, and will pray. And sign-for all of us- on our school page. |