Posted on Aug 25, 2017 in Alumni News and News
The following poem was penned by Amie Just, j’17, as an ode to her alma mater, simply titled: Home. Just wrote the script to accompany a video produced by a KU classmate, Ben Brodsky, c’17, celebrating the KU student experience. That video project, titled “KU: A Journey” has been viewed on social media more than 100,000 times by KU alumni, students and Jayhawk fans. And we agree, it is absolutely glorious to view. The images are beautiful, and the words, read by a familiar-sounding announcer, are sure to resonate. We talked to Just about her role in the project, and we’ve reprinted the poem, with permission, below for Jayhawks to enjoy.
This is home.
As tulips and sunflowers bloom, curious minds blossom too.
From Fraser Hall to Wescoe Beach, Allen Fieldhouse to Budig Hall.
This is home.
As tulips and sunflowers bloom,
curious minds blossom too.
Atop Mount Oread, nothing is out of reach.
From Fraser Hall to Wescoe Beach,
Allen Fieldhouse to Budig Hall
This is KU.
The future fills these classrooms.
Growing in expertise and insight,
dispersing elsewhere as the whistle blows.
We’re different, every one of us.
Ranging from business to journalism,
Knowledge flows through this golden valley we call KU
There’s no limit on where we come from or what we do.
From the first night, to the last.
Jayhawks, we are meant to be.
We are KU, born again anew.
Waving the wheat isn’t just for crops.
Seeing The Phog isn’t just for rainy days.
Lottery. Camping. Late Night.
the stories of yesterday tossed in the air as newsprint confetti.
The Rock Chalk Chant and Alma Mater sung loud and clear.
Tradition is KU.
This place becomes a part of you.
And we all become a part of this place.
Champions are born here.
Leaders are cultivated here.
Innovation is pioneered here.
Basketball grew its roots here.
Dreams become reality here
KU is us. KU is you.
But it doesn’t last forever here.
There’s a time to leave the nest.
Descending down the Hill for the very last time,
walking through a tower of remembrance for commencement.
Dressed in cap and gown, graduating Jayhawks march down the Hill of education and memories.
For one last time, the Rock Chalk Chant hums, for this is now our Alma Mater
No matter where we Jayhawks fly,
No matter how long we’re away,
Our absence is only temporary, as
KU will always be home.