Remembering When…we sat and talked,
Dreaming of days to come.
Walking the halls, cafeteria food,
And laughing until we were numb.
The fall football games, the roar of the crowd,
The beat of the Eastmont Wildcat Band,
The autumn air still takes me back to that time,
To where we’d meet up with friends as planned.
Remembering when we cruised Wenatchee Ave,
The Triple X, sneaking into the VueDale Drive-in.
Scratchy formal dresses, big hair, corsages,
Crew cuts, white bucks, homecoming with friends.
Those tender times were of gentler days,
That now seem to be of a different world.
The march of time has brought with it changes,
As new generations of lives have unfurled.
All of those memories are but a whisper now,
That will forever echo in my mind.
Now and then I find myself searching
For the faces of those friends who left us behind.
Most friends remain - but some have gone
And left for a final place of rest.
Gone from our sight yet with the memories of those,
We surely have been blessed.
Remembering When…we had not a care in the world,
And how time just seemed to stand still.
I think of you now with fond thoughts and precious memories,
And I know that I always will.
[Modified from poem by Michelle Young, WCHS c/o 1976]
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