Class of 1982
The ground trembled, as they past.
Softly sung words,
bugle calls and pipes,
Which once again
Woke us from our slumber.
Revived our spirit,
So we too joined.
Sat upon those steps.
At the entrance
To Valhalla .
That bond
That only warriors share
Made light that day
The joyous celebration
Of our deeds.
30 Years gone
But never a day forgotten
The silence has returned
as has the birdsong
Now ceased their laments
Giajl © Jim Love
"...At the entrance/To
"...At the entrance/To Valhalla..." These words are the eternal tone poets seek and seldom find. - slc