Remembering Comer 1956
By Tommy Calvin Bannister
Class Reunion, June 2001
Majestic Comer High,
the fountain where I learned to dream.
‘Twas our special place,
we made our way as teens.
A very short four years,
yet forever, or so it seemed!
Love draped in black and gold.
Mem’ries laid down, ream upon ream.
Fellowship ruled supreme,
for each of us most of the time.
Classes were very good,
yet not all were so inclined.
We talked, studied, and played,
Our Class, we owe a special debt.
Comer molded our character,
a training ground ne’er to forget.
Forty-five years? Oh no, never!
That seems so long ago.
For in our hearts,
it still has yesterday’s bright glow.
Echoes of laughter,
rang down through the hall.
Pep Rally Hi,
Our team always heard the call.
The band played our song,
“When the Saints Go Marching In”
Our team stood ready,
to knock and knock for a win.
We won the one that counts,
waxed those “Aggies” very good.
A night of memories,
when we all stood and stood.
We won the one that counts,
for our adulthood was soon to begin.
With our huge box of tools,
to the world we did ascend.
Home away from home,
we sang our blessed hymn.
A new home awaits us,
on His vine, we are just a stem.
Now, some have gone on,
we pay tribute to each of them.
Think of them kindly, for soon,
we may join them just beyond the rim.
Our class was family,
the kind that loves its kin.
We’ve stood together,
down through the years and then.
The class of fifty-six,
a class unique in its blend.
This reunion renews our bonds,
members and guests, come, please join in.
Poet Tommy Calvin Bannister pays honor to Comer High with words that clearly show his loyalties to his Alma Mater.