Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Alma Matters

Oh, Stately, strife born Alma Mater
The sound flows softly at thy feet
And sunset strikes across its waters
As silver notes invoke retreat.
Now dim the paths and trees in darkness.
The stars above our way appoint.
We'll Sleep secure aboard 'til morning.
God steer thee well, Kings Point!"

2 comments:

FreeThinke said...

What a cunning array of stunts!

~ I. M. A. Spooner

-FJ said...

lol! My thoughts exactly. ;)