In a place that I have never been,
On a piece of paper long forgotten,
Tucked away under a rock
that can be moved by no mortal means,
there is a poem of a better place that may not exist,
but just the fact that someone had a
vision of such a wonderful place should, and will,
inspire hope to all who have lost it.
I am on a quest for that paper and, when I find it,
I will cry a river that is never-ending,
which will move the rocks to create mountains,
which will reach up into the fresh air,
giving life to the trees,
and in this faraway, long forgotten, perhaps non-existent place,
the human soul will be reborn.
That is where you can find me . . .

Patrick Persson
John Dulong
Class of 2003