HomeMy WebLinkAbout0107 I \ Max Ellison, a poet who has visited
this school on many occasions, left
behind his poems for all to enjoy, one
of which could perhaps serve as a per.
sonal retrospect for the class of '79.
TO LOIS ON HER GRADUATION
Your Commencement started a long
time ago.
Your Commencement started
With the dropping of a corn seed and a
dead fish in New England soil.
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Your Commencement was guaranteed
by the Christmas crossing of an ice-
,_ choked river, Baptized at Antietam,
Received dignity from a sunset across
a Kansas wheat field.
Your Commencement is
But the evergrowing process of Man-
kind
Saving themselves from the fate of
Lot's wife.
Let America look tonight at the new
> growth of the planting.
Let America hear the rustle of your
gowns
Like she heard the wind in the forest.
Let America see the purple of your
gowns
like the color of the dawn against the
Mountains.
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