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Dedication
from Legacy 1998
Dedicated to Dr. Wilma McClarty
Legacy '97- '98
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Half-mast
The flag's half-mast for you
The wind whips through its stitching
and the way it billows and blows
even in the red, white and blue
shows how much they really miss you.
Yesterday they lowered the flag
Today we sat in solemn rows in shades of black and grey.
Tear-stained cheeks, furrowed brows
show how much they really miss you.
The flag's 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 flag's still half-mast for you.
They can forget the way it felt,
but her heart won't ever let go.
She wears it in her gait
She wears it in her glow.
Her heart's half-mast for you.
--Angela Peach
