A
victorious phoenix wearing lose fitting clothes,
Holding
knowledge keys that open doors of trespass
to
bridges of imagination and creativity that only a few can visit,
firmly
grasping your value added walking cane, you walk
beyond
Wadsworth house, Holden Chapel,
and
University Hall…
beyond
the legacy of Reverend Harvard
and
the 500 acres,
beyond
the 28 leaders that followed…
and
the lectures and case studies,
beyond
the pathways you’ve taken…
and
the network of friends you will always cherish
beyond
the alumni tradition…
(in
whose ranks you now stand)
is
the fire of inspiration in your eyes, currently burning,
and
the coaching, soon to be attempting …
and
yet,
here
you are..
with
all the those acknowledged rights and privileges…
so,
understand this my nephew…
a
proud mother
a
proud father
and
a proud family
will
always be with you
as
you do what needs to be done.
Note: this poem was written for my Nephew who recently graduated...
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