CLASS OF FIFTY SIX

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CLASS OF FIFTY SIX
By Arley Steinhour 061216

Sixty years, has managed to pass,
Since we had Title, 'Senior Class,'
Ready to set the World on its Ear,
Nineteen-Fifty-Six, a very Good Year.

We broke the bottle, to launch the School,
McCook, Nebraska, teaching Golden Rule,
So many years, the old School stood Tall,
In every corner, Dunces heads pinned the Wall.

Just for 'tradition,' new School, gained, marks too,
Of foreheads, praying, of which, I made a few,
Everything new, in that beauty, squeaky clean,
In the first week, twas running like well-oiled machine.

Theater, Chemistry-Lab, Auto and Wood-shops,
Lockers, and Large class rooms, with no 'stops.'
In our honor, a mural, about First Grads to Pass,
The start of Hallowed Halls, on the Photo-Canvas.

From Graduation, like a Fireworks Display,
We entered the World, for work, life, and play,
Some, to College, Tech-schools, or other,
Like me, some Joined the Service, Duty and Honor.

Around world, 'Class of Fifty-Six,' made a Mark,
And, our anchor, McCook, we could find in the Dark,
Something about having friends for a Lifetime, True,
Numbers now fading, not many more, before we are Few.

Until that day comes, we'll still love the 'New School,'
That lives in our heart, in the City we find 'Cool,'
Today our New School, is some, 'Tattered, and Worn,'
I pray, it lasts, til called, as 'Gabriel Blows Horn.'

AMEN