“ The fretful thing about this life
that we must tarry in its place
Await the long and frugal strife
‘fore we may revel in time’s grace,
The promises we’ve counted on
far-fetched though it perchance seems
Shall be withheld from us anon
that we may fight to capture dreams
And struggling fain thus to produce
the best which bideth within us
Of fortune’s fancy free and loose,
to strive for grasping valor plus,
And all of this discreetly met
rise to collect thy laurels green,
Long wilted may they be and yet
the battle’s won with fates unseen.”
“ What more have need we of this goal
or plaque which will commemorate
Speak nought of effort or of toll
nor industry shall we berate,
Enlarge not on the battle’s cost
or of force with us competing,
The lesson learned cannot be lost
though it ofttimes bears repeating,
That beauty of a task well done
doth bear its own rewarding fee,
And faith in all, a battle won
will glory share accordingly.”
Claire V. Bogdanos 