Class Reunion

Fifty years have passed Since my graduation from Osakis High Class of Sixty-Five I return home again To walk down memory lane Class of Sixty-Five Osakis, my beloved hometown It has changed so Mormon missionaires walking down the street Side by side, greeting everyone they meet Amish, in horse drawn carriages soon appear Women and young girls dressed in black Gillis Drug, now long gone Augie and Pat, town barbers are no more Tip Top Dairy Bar, still going strong Since nineteen fifty-five Many of my classmates are gone But, we who remain gather with wine and song Class of Sixty-Five