William Tate Bond

(Golden, Colorado)

Class Of 1935

Poem by William Tate Bond

Here's to members
of the class of 1935.
Long may each of you live
and long may you thrive.

Our school is no longer
a high school anymore;
but that can't destroy the rich
memories we each have in store.

We have had sixty years to
reflect on our high school past.
It is hard to believe that the
time can vanish so fast.

Our day together is certainly
icing on life's cake.
Mother Nature is kind to
give us this break.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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