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Class of 1966
May 13th & 14th

For information please contact
Mickey Griffin at
or Jim Farrior at
Hope to see you there.

Class of 1971 Planning a 45-year Reunion

Save the dates of July 29th & 30th, 2016
Details to follow along with social Links!
We also invite any other classes to join us.

Lanier Alumni Class of '76

40th Class Reunion
Sat. Oct. 15,2016

EverRest Group
2015 E.Second St.
Montgomery Alabama

Please forward your name, mailing address and email address to they will be doing an e-invite. Our senior class president Forrest Neeley is spearheading this reunion. Let's make this the biggest reunion our class has ever attended and a lot of fun.

The time and price TBD at a later date.

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
Contact Tina Brewton at
972-898-3188 or

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.

Lee Suydam

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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

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