A
Loving Brother Sees His Sister Rise
HSC to SBC part
2
Peter T.
Atkinson H-SC '00
Just as I
thought all hope had gone,
That her sweet
days were all but done.
I put her in pearls and her sundress,
And laid my
sister there to rest.
I cried awhile
and remembered her,
But through tears
and time my memories blur,
For I'd forgotten
the power lying there,
The potential
of which I was unaware.
For just as I
offered to her one last toast.
I put on the
Hot Nuts for one last roast.
And as they
sang, "You know those girls from Sweet Briar. . . "
She jumped up and said, "We keep rising
higher."
She rose right
up out of the ashes,
With perfect
make-up and mascara'd lashes,
The pearls gorgeous,
her mind set,
I knew then nothing
was over yet.
For she said,
"Still I rise, and keep on rising.
My sisters we
are not done surprising.
We'll stand
together. We're more than we think.
We can pull
ourselves back from the brink.
We can pull
together a coalition
Of other
schools in our position.
Our Vixen
sisters can plant the seeds,
For our mission
is one that this world needs.
We'll raise our
voices together and then,
We'll say a
prayer and say, Amen.
We'll join
together our talents and skills,
And find the
money to pay the bills.
Never doubt us,
dear loving brother,
We rose one
time and will another.
Don't count us
out; don't shed a tear.
We're here to
stay; never you fear.
Fight with me
brother; I need you now.
Together we'll
stand, someway somehow.
Vixens and
Tigers together stand tall,
United, you know, we never will fall.
And next time
you see me in this striking sundress,
I'll be there
at the tailgate, still looking my best.
The Road Goes
on Forever my Friend,
And this party's
not over, nor will it end."
And so she
rose, and is still rising higher.
Don't doubt the
strength of my sister, Sweetbriar.
The limit is
now only lined by the skies,
Since she fell,
but once fallen, she started to rise.
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