not a creature was stirring, not even the dead mouse*.
all my roomies have gone back home to their fams
martha and ned checked into the heart of auburn, cuddling in their 'jams
i'm still waiting to hear a grade from my multinational class
if i dont get a C i might kick some black ass.
i find myself in a pensive, nostalgic mood
leaving auburn tomorrow has given me quite the tude.
i never thought i would come to love this tiny town
but now i cannot think of it and frown.
it has given me collectively a host of great things
the least of which, a diploma and a song to sing.
the highest of these is a reason to celebrate,
to give praise to the King of kings, a song that will resonate.
blessings abounded on these plains this year
a heisman, a championship ring, and real reasons to cheer.
cam's smile melts my heart, i think it always will
when i spotted him in the haley center, i got quite the chill.
but my time, my friends, is drawing to an close
while i sit and ponder as the north wind blows.
what are the truths my Father has taught me here?
He only has his best for me and i should never fear.
His will, through me is always done
i am not to worry, squirm or run.
to quote the hymnal i must "trust and obey"
for to live, to love, and to grow, there is no other way.
*in the mag house kitchen behind a cooler that had been there AT MOST for two weeks, my mom and i found a dead rat. at first i thought it was a rat, then i was convinced it was a potato. then, flipping it over to reveal four feet and a white belly we called in ned. we poked and prodded it with a spoon (which has been disposed of). collectively, we came to the conclusion that it was fake. may dad had a ziplock in hand to save it and take to scare the ladies he works with until he squished it down a little with the spoon and RAT JUICE came out. real times on magnolia avenue.
