Memorials

Crossing the Bar
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
(more on Crossing the Bar)

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
       

Full Circle
by Charlie McCarthy, Class of 72

  In light of many recent events, I'd like to re-publish a poem.  I think the last line sums up our class. I wrote this for our 25th reunion.   - Charlie McCarthy

Twenty-five years ago we stood on Jones' Field, new Ensign bars set, 

We embarked on a quest ripe with challenges, goals to be met.

 Some of us had specific aims in mind, An exciting future in life to find. 

Time has played with our dreams to degrees we could not have foreseen,

Sometimes it may have seemed the grass would be forever (or never) green. 

The miracle of birth has added people each day, The agony of death has taken some away.

 Throughout the years many of our paths have crossed, Some paths have remained separate, opportunities lost.

We've made choices along the way, Choices have been made for us, often to our dismay. 

We come and go like the tides of the sea, 

But classmates we will always be.