SV_George_Kokoros_Poem_1

If all is well, I'll see you here
To celebrate this special year ---
To reminisce of days long past,
That yet remain far unsurpass'd.

Those days we walk'd the corridors
When rang the bell on both her floors ...
Such thoughts will cause a tearful eye
As we recall Strong Vincent High.

We'll think of English II and III
And Spanish, math ---biology;
O surely, now we'll think of them ---
Our teachers, who had taught us then!

But most of all, we'll reminisce ---
O how can hearts now e'er dismiss ---
The joy we had at Vincent high ...
A tear shall well from ev'ry eye!

We've read her books ... we've run her field ...
She granted us diplomas seal'd
That night this class sat 'on her stage ---
Our lives to start a new' -born page.

Still proud' she stands upon her knoll,
And deep within her purest soul ---
Much like a Mother sweet and mild ---
Each one of us she calls her child.

Her Red and Black yet dominate ...
Her banners somehow still create
The pride, the joy our hearts had known
As we conven'd within her home.

Esprit de corps we all possess'd
And met each day with fun and zest;
We shouted loud' ... we stood up tall
As peppy cheers shone 'on her wall.

How oft we pass her structure there ---
Our Nation's flag unfurl'd with flair;
er Doric columns hugh and straight ---
Her clock that told us we were late!

Her name appears 'on her facade ...
We gaze at it and give a nod ...
Yea, strong she was --- yea, strong she'll be ...
She's had respect and dignity.

And when, by chance, we pass by night,
We see her ever-shinning light ...
It falls upon her entryway,
Which brings to mind each high school day.

We see her in downtown parades ---
Seet majorettes from diff'rent grades;
Percussion sounds her precious song
And causes us to hum along.

Yea, still she stands as she did then...
Her years have reached two score and ten;
Let's wich her well in years to come ...
May joyous sounds beat on her drum!

And as this night proceeds along ---
This marv'lous night --- let's sing her song;
We'll raise our voices to the sky ...
"O, Hail to Der Strong Vincent High!"

We've not forgot' each hallow'd hall,
Where streams of golden sunlight fall;
Fore'er, we'll see your friendly smile,
Tho' we had stay'd for just awhile.

--------George Kokoros