Dedicated to Dr. Wilma McGlarty
Legaoy '97- '98 Half-mast The
flas^ balf-maab fox
The wind whips through and the way
even In the
It
you
Its stltahlng
blllowa and blows
red, white
and blue
shows how muoh they really miss you. Yesterday they lowered the flag 1\>day
we sat in solemn rows
in shades of black and grey.
Tear-stained oheelcs, furrowed brows
show how muah they really miss you.
The flas^ back to the top of the pole and the bustle presses on. Late for class, late for work People move on, while she moves slow.
Her fla^i
still half-mast for you.
They can forget the way
it felt,
but her heart wont' ever let go.
She wears
it
in her gedt
She wears
it
in her glow.
Her hearts half-mast for you.
--Angela Peach
