Sundresses and cowboy boots

On a hot September day
On top of "the mountain",
Watching the W&L-Sewanee game,
All the pretty little girls
In their pastel sundresses
Passed me by and
Made an odd match
For the boys in their oxford cloth
And cut-off shorts and kilts and khakis
But no odder, perhaps, than the two
Young ladies, smartly dressed
As they passed our seats in the visitor's stands
In their cotton sundresses and sunglasses,
Accessorized by some fine boots
Made of Texas leather.

If what we wear is an attempt
To communicate to others,
Then I am not quite sure I got the message.

Then again, the message wasn't really meant for me, anyway.