There’s something about a college town
Ivy covered refuge for growing minds
Pristine greens squared between classroom buildings
Frisbees, guitars, books, abandoned papers
Bicycle racks strewn around campus
Hope riding on young shoulders
Mine was Ann Arbor, decades and miles away
And like Berkeley, Granville, Princeton
Shares promise, desires, memories
Minds open and closed, independence
Lost years, futures found, old rhythms fade, new paths appear
Alumni far and wide, alma maters in their hearts
Each fall the pull of renewal stirs inside
The rush to classes, yearning to learn
Explore the inner and outer mind; expand the boundaries
Young and old, afraid and fearless, teachers and students all
Reach across the divide to probe, to seek, to find
And when I near a campus
I’m that co-ed once again
Passing years fade away
Prospects beckon anew
And yes, I feel I’m home.
A professional writer and actress and a Hunterdon Country resident, Kayle has published two novels with the Berkley Publishing Group and currently reviews fiction for Publishers Weekly. She also interviews writers and publishing executives who appear at the annual BookExpo convention and writes up the interviews for PW’s convention newspaper, Show Daily. She performs regularly in murder mysteries with the professional company Without A Cue Productions, LLC.
