by Jim Farfaglia
To the Class of ‘73
Forty calendars hung anew.
Forty rides on the wave of life…
But, oh, if we could ride that wave
back to the banks of old Oswego,
what would we find?
G.Ray overlooking Neatahwanta,
Recreation Park just a homerun away;
our cheers from the bleachers resounding.
The gymnasium, decorated for Prom,
Elton John and Rod Stewart really rockin’
and Chicago coloring our world.
The auditorium, hushed in wait,
decked out for the Variety Show;
our songs and skits proving we were tops.
Our senior-year lockers,
where we gathered each morning,
filling the hallways with our latest news.
The doorway of our favorite classroom,
where we found a desk by the window
and looked out at summer rising –
listening for the faint call of our future.