In the spirit of full disclosure, I’m knicking this from LC’s Facebook page. I thought it was a highly appropriate summing up of graduation this weekend. Thanks, LC!
Also knicked from LC's FB page 
“A Silhouette” was written by the late James Thrash on SBC’s Graduation Day, May 14, 1978. Mr. Thrash was the father of Ann Thrash Jones ’78 and Carole Thrash Collins ’87 and grandfather of Mary Patrick Jones ’08.
A two-day rain was swept away
by a wind from Daisy’s grave.
The shrubs and grass were soaking green
and the clouds were broken gray.Yet, happiness lifted all the hearts
and the brass quintet did play.
Interrupted only by the courtyard bells
on Graduation Day.The graduates formed their long black line
marching through the trees.
It was then that I caught sight of mine
a silhouette in the breeze.Her cap was tilted forward
her gown so straight, did flow.
Her posture, as youth would know it
her steps, so quick, not slow.For some, life comes in stretches
and days pass in a blink.
It was then that I saw my loved one
was mature within a wink.Who knows how to define it -
what makes a lady grow.
Until you meet her eye to eye
and then somehow you know.That everything you wished for
is standing before you now.
The product of her environment,
Sweet Briar take a bow.
