Ode to New Paltz

Ode to the fresh mountain air
The dew that covers the morning grass
The stars so close you can touch
The autumn foliage so picturesque
The snow covered hills, that glisten in the sun
The vast athletic fields, full of memories
Of spring concerts, spirits, and dance
To the old main building
And its ivy covered walls
To the futuristic science hall
To the townies that call it home
To the city kids
Who learn how to fly
To the local bars in walking distance
To the thruway that cuts through town
To the place I called home
Where I learned to live
Grow and learn


About Phil Velez

writer, blogger, & communication professional
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