Fades from blue
All quiet, the forest around Yale Bowl
Tremors, pregnant with meaning, the message
Fathomed by he who hearkens to silence.
For in silence sound is no mere chatter
But rather birth, advent, revelation.
With the bespecked rays of dawn, awake
Autumnal lark, take flight, and sing of man
Immortal, of worthy blood the image.
The man is seen in photographs, his face
Clean-shaven, chiseled, his eyes straight-forward,
Narcotics unit revived
Field Hockey | In need of first Ivy win
Women's tennis | Starting the season in style
The man is seen in photographs, his face
Clean-shaven, chiseled, his eyes straight-forward,
His look intense and strong. But he is known
In memory by unreal loyalty,
By discipline, piety, duty. His
Society framed by inheritance,
His society he cherished like home,
And found the home of his blue-blood in Yale.
What a man was that? George W. Bush
Pride of Yale
Just kidding; he was a douche