FIFTY YEARS

Now fifty years have come and gone
Since we our caps and gowns put on,
To march and graduate anon, --
The Class of Fifty-Four!

LFHS is the school,
With education as the tool
That helped us learn a better rule,
Blest Class of Fifty-Four!

When first we started, Freshmen green,
Did we think we’d knowledge glean,
As classes, homework filled the scene –
Our class of Fifty-Four?

How soon we learned to scale the heights
Of learning, as we sought insights
To lead us on to swifter flights,
Great class of Fifty-Four!

Sophomores, and Juniors, too,
Then to our Senior year we flew;
We’d bid each other, soon, adieu,
One Class of Fifty-Four.

In music, sure we were upbeat,
Great melodies at times repeat,
With harmonies we all would treat,
This Class of Fifty-Four!

In sports we would not be outdone --
Competition, -- lots of fun!
Professional moves, and some homespun --
Wow! Class of Fifty-Four!

Oh! fifty years have now transpired
Since in those gowns we were attired, --
Accomplishments we’ve each acquired;
Some Class of Fifty-Four!

We come together to salute
Our class, as now we pay tribute,
Sure all our accolades compute! --
What a Class – our Fifty-Four!


-- Poet Les