A Goodbye Poem
The holidays are
over,
Our Mids are heading back,
Giving up their comfy beds,
For things they call their racks.
Our hearts are heavy and some of us have cried,
The call of Mother B will not be denied,
The Navy is molding the children that we knew,
Into Officers of the future,
Honorable and true.
Our Mids are heading back,
Giving up their comfy beds,
For things they call their racks.
Our hearts are heavy and some of us have cried,
The call of Mother B will not be denied,
The Navy is molding the children that we knew,
Into Officers of the future,
Honorable and true.
Jane Moffat
USNA '06 Parent
USNA '06 Parent
01/04/03
