Mark Schneider

Only At Yale

Strolling Past the Elm Trees on a Sunday Afternoon

Reflecting on the four years here that came and went so soon

Over time, I've wandered on that faint unbeaten trail

And my mind is like a film of a staccato glimpse of Yale



Going to the college screws

Reading the Yale daily news

Concerts at Woolsey Hall

Friday nights with Alcohol



Early evening master teas

The cold new haven winter breeze

Learning for a term abroad

Frisbee on the freshman quad



Yorkside, staying up till dawn

Reading on the courtyard lawn

Suddler theatre, Dramat shows

Koffee-Too until they close



Flaring up those youthful flames

Cheering at the football games

Starbucks coffee, late-night crams,

Pressure on the last exams

And now I stand by Nathan Hale,

As the time comes to set sail

Leave the dock, succeed or fail

And say goodbye to harbor Yale



Whatever challenge I may face

Wherever I may go

My heart remains in a place

That only Yalies know



At Yale, when the sun goes down

And we go out to paint the town

At Yale where the iron gates

Are older than the United States



At Yale, when our time here ends

And we count our new life-long friends

At Yale where the Bull-dogs roam G D

Right here at my second home. A D