The University of Idaho Poem

Posted on December 20, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*The University of Idaho*

Every significant moment in history that is covered
By the historians and the professors, is not only discussed
For what took place, but how they got there.
The common question from the inquisitive mind is simply,
What Led to It?

This very day in present time, there are students who
Have arrived to make their own history.
To mark their time on this earth and leave behind something of value for those who trail behind.
What led them to this?

What drove them to take Route 12, into the rapids and snow-covered mountains?
What led them to run through the rivers that led them right into the Hello Walk?

What led these students to trek this rugged terrain into a gem with the Memorial Gym
That is as architecturally admired as the Tudor-Gothic Administration Building, complete with its 80-Foot clock tower?

It may in part have been the Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival, or the friendly Idahoans
Who invited them in.
But there is one thing for certain…

Each one of these Vandals was driven to enter this land
With intentions of seizing the Silver and Gold,
Then to walk on, at large, as free men.

And when the Vandals run off
&
Leave their marks,

It is this University that led them to it.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Biola University Poem

Posted on November 21, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Biola University*

In such institutes as this with science and what ifs,
We are all bestowed with the natural gifts.
Questions shall exist long after our time drifts,
But how can man question such evident gifts?
What we earned is worked for in course of four-year shifts,
but
We are all delivered with these natural gifts:

The eyes to see the library’s Tower of Light,
The eyes for the Mural to Rise in plain sight.

Nostrils to smell clean air by the fountain of Fluor,
And hints when friends pass by to linger outdoors.

Mouths for Bon Appétit where jaws freely pry,
The mouth to enjoy flavors of sweet Punk ’N’ Pie.

The ears to hear the sounds of bands at Eddy’s,
And Biola Bells that put one at ease.

The hands to touch each other with gestures of thought,
With the warmth of Christmas—our gift the Son brought.

The sense to feel the magic of life everywhere,
And the sense to know some thought put it there.

Like Missions Conference where thought powers the mind,
These gifts are showered by
Intelligence by Design.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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University of South Dakota Poem

Posted on August 11, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*University of South Dakota*

On a mid-February day in the heart of mating season,
A Coyote approached with red and white adorned,
Not to hunt but to appeal to reason.
He knew
Love is often timid like a coy dog,
Until the right hybrid like a coydog,
The Yotes formed a band & made a pact,
Then jumped the broom like a game of leapfrog.
They met on South Dakota’s vermilion plains
And solidified this pact—near The Old Main.
Right in Danforth Chapel they said each vow—
With an ardent and tender howl.
The Coyote is sly, cunning, and dangerous,
He can rip open the heart with lethal tears,
Like when the Coyote told the beautiful stranger,
“Coyotes work best in pairs.”
And from that day forward they roamed as one,
In gentle habits as well as hunting Jackrabbits,
It takes a heavy heart to fill the hunger of a Coyote,
And in South Dakota, there’s no heart like a Coyote’s.
Twenty years have passed and these Coyotes still bleed
South Dakota Red and South Dakota White,
Now they have returned—not as students,
But as Coyotes—Husband & Wife.
They return to the Homecoming plains,
Beneath the first beams of their love’s great rays,
Though many years have passed, it all remains,
They still love these great
Dakota Days.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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South Dakota State University Poem

Posted on August 11, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*South Dakota State University*

South Dakota carries frequent forecasts
that fall far below zero. Record-breaking winters
with severe snowstorms, blizzards, and whiteouts
that bend the mind to the chilling degree that even
South Dakotans have reservations about completing their reservations
To inhabit the SDSU reservation.
Welcome, New Jackrabbits,
Have no fear,
The Gate to Greatness—
Begins here.

It begins in Meadows North,
Meadows South,
Abbott and Brown Hall
At the mouth,
Through corn fields
Supple with loyal hue,
The yellow & blue
Will guide you through.
At the heart of the most ferocious climate,
The warmth that resides will help you climb it.
High enough to view faces from today and yesterday
During the celebration of Hobo Day.
Allow the Bummobile to be your snowmobile
To help you travel through our proud tradition,
The Coughlin Campanile will help inspire you
To reach the summit of life’s exhibition.
Ring the Bell! Cheer for South Dakota!
South Dakota State has a combusting engine
That lights a March through the snowy path,
In this fire
We gather the wrath;
Make Way
for
The Pride of the Dakotas.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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University of Cincinnati Poem

Posted on August 7, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Cincinnati*

Don’t believe us when we say that the Red & Black triumphs in
The Big East,
Or that the Bearcats are
Academic Beasts;
Don’t believe that there is a magic in our stance
&
In our dance.
Or that our contributions have helped
America Advance.
No,
Don’t believe that the Cincy experience—
Is worth
Every Student Fee,
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.

No, don’t believe that Cincinnati is the
Queen of the West,
And that when it comes to college charm,
We do it the best.
Ignore our Alma mater when we claim
We are a fountain of youth;
And a towering
Rock of Truth;
And don’t believe that when challenges rain—
The Red & Black Will Reign.
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.
Don’t believe that the Cincy experience—
Is worth
Every Student Fee,
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.
And once you arrive you’ll instantly know…
Then
I’ll say

I told you so.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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Ohio State University Poem

Posted on August 6, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*The Ohio State University*

It is a scarlet and gray autumn day in the brave of late November.
The sky is open, the grass is brazened,
And it is a damn good day to be a Buckeye.

***

Out from the tunnel of pride are seniors down to freshmen who are citizens united through education. This Ohio Union is the oldest and very first union,
Which is why we have the strongest foundation.

But for Ohio State, many a heart would rest unchanged,
Many joyous seasons would sing unclaimed,
These lives have strived through groundbreaking roots,
Now they stand tall and sturdy as Buckeyes.

With over 1,000 student organizations, a widespread reach of diversity, endless community service opportunities, world-famous athletics, and the nation’s most awesome, rockstastic band,
We proclaim this
The Best Damn School in the Land.

And on this day we aim to prove it.

After diving into Mirror Lake, our student body is refreshed and amped and ready for the band to march the ramp. From the Wexner Center to the other end of the Oval, all throughout our campus—there is a thrill that rolls through our spirits,
and it carries
Across the Field.
Rapid & Electric like a Buckeye Bullet,
Our trigger’s gaze is aimed at maize,
and at last, today
We pull it.

Block O is raucous—ready to go, cheering,
O-H-I-O
As Sons of
O-H-I-O
After the band closes
Script Ohio, we sing our
Buckeye Battle Cry for
OH
HI
OH!

After halftime, we will crack some heads and
Teach our rivals a hard lesson—
Call it a Skull Session.

Their fight will split upon our back-bending hits, and we will Smash through to Victory.
The victory bell will chime and we will drink until our dinner is discarded to fish guts, and when we meet next year, we will
Muck Fish Again.
And even when we don’t win,
We Fight till the very End
for
OH!
HI!
OH!

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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Eastern Michigan University Poem

Posted on July 19, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Eastern Michigan University*

SWOOP DOWN!
(clap-clap)
SWOOP DOWN!
(clap-clap)
SWOOP DOWN!
(clap-clap)
SWOOP DOWN!
(clap-clap)
SWOOP DOWN!
And LAND! In the land of Green and White!
SWOOP DOWN!
You Eagles and FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!
SWOOP DOWN!
But don’t ever let your feet touch the ground!
SWOOP DOWN!
You’re flying with the Eastern Eagles Now!

Hear that call? That’s the Eastern Echo:
Here we go—
Here we go again.
Do you hear that call? That’s the Eagle Echo:
I said
Here we go—
Here we go again.

Eastern Eagles grew again,
New Eagles—
Movin’ in,
Move-in Magic—
Make a friend,
Share Fajitas and blend on in.
Make a splash like our swimming team—
In Olds-Robb in a
Stream of Green.
Stay on the green like cash machines,
We stay high on green—
Green Fiends.
Green & White is our way of life
And this Green & White
Is our way to life,
If we told you once, we told you twice:
An Eagle echoes:
His whole life.
Swoop Down, Eastern, and
Shake the Ground;
We kept the Huron strength—
Now let it sound.
If we told you once, we told you twice,
An Eagle’s Echo lasts
Their whole life.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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Wayne State University Poem

Posted on July 18, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Wayne State University*

There’s a new line coming in this fall,
Let’s see how fast this thing goes.
In these four years it’s pedal to the metal,
Our speed doesn’t tire through the reels of the roads.
30,000 Warriors collide,
Burning
Green and Gold—
Until Wayne State rolls through Detroit Rock City,
Then together
We’ll arrive at our goals.

Before long,
We’ll look back at all these fast times
bent to old times,
And know that in Wayne State—
We made the right decision…
We drove ourselves to a critical impact,
Without a memory lost
To the collision.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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Michigan Tech Poem

Posted on July 17, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

My, what lakes the mind can surf
With all the discoveries
We find;
At Michigan Tech, we inspect global turf,
The Land of Opportunity:
We mine.
We build ice sculptures from creative fires—
Husky Fires
Glow in the snow,
The Houghton icescape is
The Great Escape,
A Winter Carnival
The Huskies know.
This is a safe haven for a Parade of Nations
Waving their heritage with gold salutations;
K-Day, Hockey, Skating, and Love, are some of
Houghton’s oldest celebrations.
Celebrate your curiosity,
Celebrate yourself,
Celebrate the purity of Michigan
Itself,
Drink another beer, then down another seven,
Drink while you can,
There’s no Beers in Heaven.
Here’s to Engineers
Who will lead the recovery
of
The Land of Opportunity
for
Generations of Discovery.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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University of Northern Iowa Poem

Posted on July 14, 2024 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*University of Northern Iowa*

There’s a magic in the colors of
U-N-I,
Everywhere you go—
Purple & Gold
Pass By,
Panthers United
Is the reason why:
13,000 spirits make
U-N-I

Welcome to the UNI-Dome!
Home of thirty-three conference titles,
More than any Division I Iowa Team,
We sing the victory songs, our foes
Give the recitals.
Purple and Gold fill the arena!
There’s Purple T-shirts everywhere!
It is the wild call of the Panther faithful
That leads the Panthers on a merciless tear.
The UNI bloodline travels through the college system,
Through blood we fight the classes of failure’s cold,
Like Kurt Warner holding the Lombardi trophy:
It is UNI’s courses that lead to gold.

There’s a magic in the colors of
U-N-I,
Everywhere you go—
Purple & Gold
Pass By,
Panthers United
Is the reason why:
13,000 spirits make
U-N-I

It is midnight on Homecoming Friday,
The bells sound and Panthers race to the tower,
Old Lovers, New Lovers, and Fond Strangers
Meet as custom dictates at the top of the hour.
Cedar Falls is where many passions meet,
And when they meet, it is truly Homecoming,
Ladies are not Panthers until they join this parade:
Kissing by the campanile with their heart’s beat drumming.

There’s a magic in the colors of
U-N-I,
Everywhere you go—
Purple & Gold
Pass By,
Panthers United
Is the reason why:
13,000 spirits make
U-N-I

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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