Lynden by Raymond Roy
It is the the smell of fresh cut hay, calloused hands of a dairyman after a long hard day
It is the sounds of Lions football on a rainy Friday night and putting on jeans, on a cool summer evening, so mosquitoes won’t bite.
It is red stained hands from summer work in the berry fields, The heat of the summer fair and the giant Ferris wheel.
It is the the Dutch bakery with all your favorite treats, the farmer’s day parade, overflowing on Front street.
It is the Ronde Voo for cruisin’ and a double Dutch deluxe, a large fry with tartar sauce and clam digging for geoducks.
It is where we played outside regardless of the rain, it is where I grew up, I cherish it, again and again.
It is Lynden.
Raymond Roy LHS Class of ’81