Home from their Homeland

Edgar T Williams, JC of Hoyme Hall

Familiar strangers

Unrecognizable

Before the ice breakers

And their home fashion

They could never, will never

Look like oles

From their actions

As freshman on campus

They each talk different

A remnant

Of what they grew up with

Unfamiliar with uf’da.

Some knew upperclassmen

The pretty ones

That knew all

They wore sweatshirts and T-shirts

With armed lions

But didn't know

What that meant

Their gaze was lost

Their faces showed no sign

Of direction or understanding

For they had seen so many new things

In so little time

It was a peculiar notion

That each one

Would become

An Ole

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