Class of 1991 Reunion
October 7-9, 2016
Your Committee is making Plans for a Basketball Tournament or Game as a Fund-Raiser for the school. Would like to open it up to all Sidney Lanier Alumni. Games would be held on Oct 8, 2016.
Contact Aseelah Saaam at
334-201-4468 or email@example.com
Contact Tina Brewton at
972-898-3188 or firstname.lastname@example.org
To prove that I am a Poet, I am sharing the closing to my book.
Dark in the woods near Memphis, a hunter lost his way,
He stumbled ‘midst the vines and limbs; heavy with dismay.
T’was then the forest opened where the moon shown all ‘round,
T’was just some little crossroads. At last, some hope was found.
Chick-will’s-widow sang in the darkness; the owl hooted its call.
That’s when he heard it, muffled -- like shadows on a wall.
These sounds so faint, he wondered; he questioned where he stood.
T’was only ghost still riding; their quest still haunts the woods.
Some say that they have heard them when the air is cold and still,
When the moonlight filters through the trees, with the song of the Whippoorwill.
A snort, a neigh, a rattle, creaking leather under load,
A troop of ghostly riders trots out upon the road.
None say that they have seen them, only whispers reach the ear,
The clatter of moving horses, their horse hooves ringing clear,
T’is but some dusty riders; their journey‘s never o’er,
But through the years they wander through the places of their lore.
A general is said to lead them, “Up men and to your posts!”
Out on the dusty road they trot, these horses and these ghosts.
Their memory strong, their legend grows and spread by word of mouth,
Dark in the woods near Memphis and other places through the South.
THE LANIER ALMA MATER
Dear Lanier, though fleeting time
May bear us far away from thee
Forever in thy hallowed halls
Each heart will dwell in loyalty.
Faithful to the blue and white We will be.
And before thy shrine of knowledge
We will kneel to thee
Alma Mater, thy standard waves
Triumphant through each passing year;
We love thy spirit, true and brave,
Thy courage through each threatening fear,
We will hold when we began our lives anew,
Memories of the sheltering walls,
And of thy friendships true.
Georgia Wagner Morgan - Music 1928
Louise Shepherd Fleming - Words 1928