37 years have past; 37 winters, with the length
Of 37 long summers! Once again
Do I behold these wrought iron gates,
That on my computer screen impress
Thoughts of deep nostalgia; Once again I see myself
Wandering the grounds with my friends after
What I can only describe as another astounding day.
The lawns, the ponds n the path b’tween
Have not been to me mere distractions
But oft in busy cities thousands of miles away
I have owed to them inspiration and motivation
Felt every passing day, and through distance strengthened
To become the person I dreamed to be—
Nandita Author 