An Ode to the Classes of 1960

THE EYE OF THE STORM

We were born in the eye of the storm --

Tranquility -- blue skies

Fluffy white clouds -- chirping birds

Orange breasted robins

Red crested cardinals

In the eye of the storm -- it was a beautiful world

		

We lived in the eye of the storm --

Elvis was king -- we were immortal

Or at least we felt that way

Life lay before us

We would change the world

From the eye of the storm -- it was a beautiful world


		
We left the eye of the storm --

Turbulence roared -- smashed ideals

Viet Nam -- John F. Kennedy -- Martin Luther King -- Robert Kennedy

The world we sought to change

Changed us

From outside the eye of the storm -- survival



And now the beautiful world in the eye of the storm --

A distant memory -- a cherished memory

Beauty and Peace

But in the eye of the storm -- there still is a beautiful world

(And with each reunion we remember and share a moment -- 
In the Eye of the Storm)

Thanks for sharing Welly