Poem -

Autumn Saturday in South Bend

Oh how I love that golden
dome;

it gives me a feeling like
I’m close to home.

Game day arrives and the
leaves are brown.

Playing of the Victory March
is a joyous sound.

Fans from all over attend
the big game,

pray in the Grotto, and
cheer Notre Dame.

The cool breeze is like an
old friend,

when it’s an autumn Saturday
in South Bend.

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