Ode to '09

We’ve got… mothers, fathers, watching sons and daughters cross the stage.

The roll they played is bigger

than any one of us could figure.

We owe you all for this,

It’s been a wonderful trip.

With four years spent on hard work

The education’s just a perk.

And this thanks today comes from us and many others

As we dedicate this day to all the moms and grandmothers

Our lives are RICH as we forge ahead,

And are together Stitched by a common thread.

Many Pasts came together to form this class.

We grew like blades in a field of grass.

From this fertile field we now reap, together.

As Eagle Valley grads, educated, forever.

We take pride in our powerful past,

As this day has dawned, at last.

The best of the best is what we are.

Athletes, scholars, all talented by far.

As we walk ‘cross the stage (with our heads held high)

We are both ending a phase (and reaching for the sky).

For the REST of our lives (we may cheer apart)

Yet Today will survive (in our minds and hearts)

And in our hearts, deep down.

We will all Still share a pride — for OUR TOWN.

I’ve watched as students did their best.

Often much to Battle Mountain’s detest.

On day one, the Link Crew

Told us what to do.

They said seize every moment

Hold it tight like you own it

They said these four years would fly by

Or slip away if you didn’t try.

I had no clue how right they were.

And my class would agree, I’m sure.

How many times did I think

That I was pushed to the brink

But they were just stepping stones;

In place to strengthen my own.

And to strengthen my others,

Figurative sisters and brothers.

Change lingered in the atmosphere

As we set out on our senior year.

Construction was present on every day.

And we used it to lead in another way.

Looking back at this class, it’s clear

That this school will be missing (another wonderful year).

Happy mother’s day to all.

May your children always call.

Some advice, given to my class

From peer-to-peer, and down is passed

TRIALS and SUCCESS will mark our lives.

To better OURSELVES may we always strive.

So to everyone here,

Please clap loudly and cheer.

And with this closing line,

I think it’s finally time

To celebrate the grads of Two thousand — and nine.