September 14 – “A Trip to Glen Rose”

In the grand style of youth camps of eras past, here is a little ditty to share some of the fun and frivolity …

I’m an acorn, small and round

Lying on the cold, hard ground

Everyone walks over me

That is why I’m cracked, you see

I’m a nut, I’m a nut, I’m a nut,

I’m a nut, I’m a nut.

Call to gather early on

This time Sam was the late one

Was Suzann late? This time not

Showed up with her coffeepot

Violet’s cinnamon rolls were fine

She and Dee drove right behind

Saw a mobile taco truck

But for orders, no such luck.

Target circle, Buc-ees head

“4-legged cow I see,” Jim said.

Scavenger hunt for in the van

You can do it, yes you can

Heard of Eggler’s cruising dares

Tales of Northwest Cindy shares

Lauren took us off roads main

To the pot maker’s domain

Lunch was next at Cotton Patch

But PK –

Eeeek.  Screech.  Eh.  Ooorp.  We interrupt this broadcast for this important message.  Our resident poet and songwriter is down for the count.  So is his wife.  Plan B in effect.

Waco made, sick ones in tow

To their son’s house they did go

Dr Pepper, silos, too

Bob and Amber joined the crew

Got to Glen Rose, none too soon

Found the house of many rooms

Cathy met her new roommate

Scary green guy was her fate

Psalms 98:7-9 says, “Let the sea resound, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.  Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy; let them sing before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.  He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples with equity.”

Father, watch over the folks on this journey.  Keep the rest of them as healthy as possible.  Amen.