Wear in spoken words, one evolves writ spoke fiction,
Revolving one year, onto yet another decade friction. 
Dirt around wagon wheels did rut Tallmadge once.
As autos added pebbles, rock – to cement asphalt.
Oh dew, remember those muscle cars of the sixties.

Tick tock clockwise time, seconds traverse minute motion,
While counter clockwise traffic, rushes right around moves.
Summer fades to Fall, another Tallmadge class begins journeys,
Where Winter education Spring’s another graduating class.
When Tallmadge grads challenge the World in Spoken Words.

Amid Golden Graduations, one’s new High School sub comes.
First to become Junior, and then meet time’s wrecking ball.
What is Young’s youth, will then be, aged forevermore - lost dirt.
Wherein dye pyre of rubble, we bear the Phoenix Tallmadge Circle.
Dew dost depart Wraith - Tallmadge High Golden Graduations.

David Lester Young 07/16/18 THS ’66 Grad