Stick Structure Elegy

Liam Prengerdast

Staff-writer

On Lindon Lane’s green promenade–the sticks

A sculpture lay, the site of many trysts;

Whose lofty boughs and branches twisted tight

Did witness love and laughter at end of night.

Returning home from Caro or Boyden

Recovering from the night’s sweet poison,

We ‘Saders found a sight to be not missed

The perfect location to take a piss

So rapidly you rose, you castle of sticks!

Now you have left, and surely will be missed

Photo courtesy of College of the Holy Cross

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