IN LEAGUE WITH IVY
By JOAN M KOP
Ah, Gonzaga…
member of the Pine League,
nestled by a riverbank,
clothed in the warmth
of a fir-lined pocket
on the spot where Cataldo found you.
An ideal climate—
to learn,
to be,
to become,
with friendship pulsating
under observant professor eyes
and pal Crosby’s thoughtful ways,
the effervescent sparkle
in your snowbelt community.
The Jesuit fathers would be proud
of the car you take
polishing
rough-cut, knowledgeless hearts
into brilliant prisms
of responsibility and good will,
wrapped as care packages
to a waiting world.
The sound of wisdom miners echo
in the valley of opportunity
beyond your gates,
searching for
a Pilgrimage,
a dream,
a prayer,
finding more than they bargained for—
a will to meaning.