High School, MA 02184
Class of 1964

There stands the gate, the very threshold

to each and every hope or dream,

The solid image of Braintree High...

The future--known and unforeseen.

Within--the warping floors, the battered seats,

The jack-knife's carved initial.

A humble abode with verdant minds

Led by him, the school's official.

Only a sum of boys and girls?

I ask--only a public school?

Rather, life's first glowing star--

We live to learn--a golden rule.

To art, to science, the truths of life

(For what is life besides a school?)

We give our time in order to gain

Experience, our one and only working-tool.

For you, America; we do this for you,

And the world looks on with envious eyes.

In you, power; with you, fame--

Girlhood, boyhood gives this prize.