We watched you grow day by day,
seems it was a long long way,
to see you come and let you go,
on wings that needed still to grow.
‘Cross that small stone bridge we watched you march,
into a different world, past that rustic arch.
Could those wings survive that mountain’s blasts,
deep inside, we knew you’d last.
into a heart like yours is rare,
our home has been enriched,
through your gift of being there.
You let us serve a special part
of that vision on the hill,
now, as you fly the Long Blue Line,
please know, our hearts go
with you still.
J. Christopher White