Autumn Saturday In South Bend Poem by Ryan Lee

Autumn Saturday In South Bend

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Oh how I love that golden dome;
it gives me a feeling like I’m close to home.
Game day arrives and the leaves are brown.
Playing of the Victory March is a joyous sound.
Fans from all over attend the big game,
pray in the Grotto, and cheer Notre Dame.
The cool breeze is like an old friend,
when it’s an autumn Saturday in South Bend.

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Ryan Lee

Ryan Lee

New Orleans, LA
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