To Shumla With Love
A poem by: Lora Webb, Big Springs Ranch for Children
In the West Texas desert they pitched our big tents
To see how we'd fare on a wet 5-day stint.
Though cloudy and rainy, we still made our way
Not a care or a worry 'cause at Shumla we'd stay.
We were treated like royalty by all who were here
Except maybe Ray who we all, at first, feared.
And maybe Jack too, boy what a clown
He kept stealing food when you weren't around.
But Missy and Carolyn what heroes they'll be
Their patience and kindness you couldn't help but see.
And John, although quiet, we couldn't do without
For we all saw him working and running around.
Tsagoi and that Shelby, oh the stories they told
We laughed and we screamed—even listened in
the cold.
And Isabel, oh Isabel, need I say more
Enchiladas, tortillas not bought at a store.
But the smartest of all would have to be Phil
He liked to show up in time for the meals.
Other than that he'd run far away
From the noise and the chaos we tend to create.
We designed and we wove baskets piled high
Even got to see the Hubble up in the sky.
We hiked and we walked and we hiked a bit more
Boy are our little weak bodies so sore.
The experience was priceless, this adventure was grand
We learned about teamwork and lending a hand.
Though we're all a bit crispy from the hot desert sun
Boy did we ever, ever have fun.
So, sincerely we thank you from our tired little hearts
And will remember you each night when we look at
the stars.
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