I do not write poetry, but this seemed the only way to pay tribute to you compatriots who shared and shaped our most formative years. May it be a contribution to your blog, which is an inspired medium for sharing the incredibly diverse paths our lives have taken.
- Dan Baedeker
TO THE NOTRE DAME CLASS OF 1957
From the tenth floor of a Marriott
Looking out over the San Fernando Valley
To the Mission where my grandparents are buried
Sunday morning cars speed over the 405
A flock of pigeons dizzily circles
Plumes of grey smoke from a fire nearby
Helicopters circle
The arches of Notre Dame still visible in the endless suburban sprawl
Like her namesake cathedral in Paris
A Fiftieth Reunion
Two score and ten years ago
Most of a lifetime
A reception in the Holy Cross Brother's residence
Where no more Brothers live
But our dear mentors John and Robert still living witnesses
A football game under the lights
Our football hero classmates now approaching 70
Gracefully mellowed and still heroic
Brother Eugenio's Band a wondrous array of energetic teens
A glorious clatter of drums and bleating saxaphones
Unfettered joie de vivre
These fifty years a blink in human history
But our blink
Deo gratias
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