College Graduation, 1979


Sooooo while I was looking for the St. Petersburg Battlefield poem, which I didn’t find, I stumbled on another poem that brought back these vivid pictures in my mind of my last week in Winfield, KS. It made me smile and I would not allow myself to cringe at my 22-year-old words.  I decided to cherish it for the wonderful memories of college, my friend who watched TV with me, and the absolutely wonderful professors I had at Southwestern College.

I want to remind everybody it was the 70’s.

College Graduation, 1979

We took the night for fun,

dragged the chairs outdoors,

placed them near the windows,

the alley to the right,

the street to the left,

a fence behind us,

the TV in front

perched on a window sill.

We passed the joint,

our beers on a stump,

A make-believe coffee table.

When I think of college graduation

I think of the sun setting,

the breeze that became cool,

and watching TV outdoors.


Later, our degrees hidden in the closet,

as we peddled food and gifts,

I wonder of their worth?

The infamous piece of paper

that opened the wrong doors.

Yet with my hand on the door,

I can’t shut it.

The royal purple bound paper

wedges itself and I can’t forget:

TV outdoors, Shakespeare at 7:00 am,

Advanced Grammar at midnight,

and Wordsworth at Sambos.

I took no personal finance,

never any computer control,

and I wait on tables at a Chinese

restaurant with TS Eliot whispering

“Hurry up please, it’s time.”

me and dinah 1




Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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