A Departure Poem
Twas the night before departure and all through the dorm
not a student was stirring, which is out of the norm.
I in my thermals and Patrick in his cap
had just started packing stuff in our pack.
When out of the blue my cell phone gave a ring;
so I leapt to retrieve it with one giant spring.
And what with my wondering ears did I hear
but Shepherd Ahlers with questions of gear.
Up in the morning after waving good byes
we will head to Memphis with moistened eyes.
As the runway shrinks away below
we will make our plans to make a show.
But, till our journey has taken flight,
“Happy blog reading to all, and to all a good-night!”
Caleb Meeks/ engineer/part time poet