9/30/1955. Poem by dave lessard

Out of Indiana,
he headed for the west;
to the land of Hollywood,
to act and be the best.
He was Cal, from East Of Eden,
all the critics gave him praise;
he was a rapid, rising star,
in those torrid, early days.
In a movie made for youth,
he played a troubled teen;
and everybody witnessed
as he garnered every scene.
In the flick called 'Giant',
he gave his very best;
and the acting world gave kudos,
as he rose above the rest.
Sixty-one long years ago,
his speed, took him away;
yet I recall James Dean,
and honor him this day.