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Houston,
Texas
Photo take on August 1, 2000
by Micjael Hale

Photo taken in 1940 by Parsley
Studio.
HAIL
TO THEE
Hail to thee we
sing together
Hail to Reagan High.
Strong in strength of truest honor,
Thee we glorify!
Bravely meeting every challenge
With a lusty cry.
Keep us loyal, lead us onward!
Hail to Reagan High.
Reagan days are
swiftly fleeting,
Soon we'll leave these halls.
Ne'er to join another meeting,
'Neath these hallowed walls!
Lift the chorus, speed it onward
Loud our praises cry,
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Hail to Reagan High!
WHAT USED TO BE - NO LONGER IS
What
used to be - no longer is
as we think
back when we were kids.
The rock
and roll we listed to;
we cruised
the Pig Stand after school.
The
sporting games, the Red Coats' drills;
the cheers
we hear that gave us thrills.
The high school years that we once shared;
for Reagan
High we truly cared.
We
learned some lessons through these years
to face the
trials, and also fears;
for what was learned was to become
our guiding steps away from home.
We've
glanced back at our Pennant book
of '64; we viewed the looks
of all the
candid faces placed,
and
visioned every youthful face.
But
in the midst of these school years
were many
swollen eyes from tears;
a coupled
theme was sent this day
upon the 29th of May.
Not
only was this day to be
the date
upon diplomas seen,
but also is
the birthday of
a President we grew to love.
Oh,
JFK, remembered well
each time
we heard that high school bell;
but when
the news was to be heard,
can you recall just where you were?
The
three short years that we did spend
while
traveling down her halls again.
We learned
the elemental truths
that capped
the ending of our youth.
But
remembered most, our senior year;
the
preparation, visions clear.
Diploma time; the last school day;
we must
depart; we cannot stay.
but
must partake in progress new.
(What did life have in store for you?)
To college
or employment take
or country
served; what was your fate?
To
wed that one you've waited for;
to raise
your children you adore.
Together
still (?) to be admired
if there's
distress, call on "Doubtfire"!
Now,
at our age it just might be
that
grandkids number one to three,
or even
more may surely roam
around
these places we call home.
Well,
here's the end of rhyming time;
hope you've
enjoyed this poem of mine.
This is my
"Thirty Year Salute"
while
reminiscing 'pon our youth.
Thomas W. Kingsley
May
29, 1994
Class
of 1964
John
H. Reagan Senior High
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