Y2E Closer #1
Though our dear summer must come to a close,
How it flew by, no one knows,
Though we may now be apart from our friends,
The summer has come to an end,
Though brutally short our past month has been cut,
Despite our despair, all our ifs ands and buts,
Lodged in our throats, a word jumble has grown,
Unspeakable still, in a realm of their own,
Based on the network of trust that we made,
Lifelong companionship frameworks we laid,
Unbreakable bonds, formed and inforced,
Leading us on an inseperable course,
Though to our summer we must say adieu,
How it flew by, no one knew,
Though we may find oursleves farther apart,
The summer lives on in our hearts.
(How someone was feeling cheesy enough to use that in conversational modern English is beyond me but hey, we all get weird and emotional on the last day, don't we? Never mind the intense lack of sleep. onward!)
Y2E Closer #2
As we transported our shelters together
A few of you may have picked up on the weather;
Kind of upsetting, like, "What? Dude, c'mon!,
There's no need for torture, the summer is done!"
And yet I find meaning in that dreaded rain,
The misty surroundings, the swampy terrain,
The slosh in our socks and the slop in our shoes,
Our Camouflaged tee-shirts all soaked through and through,
The ache in our arms , the mud and the bark,
The things in between we can't (thank G-d) see in the dark,
Determination that flooded our face,
Swagger that shouted we owned the whole place.
Strength beyond mind, beyond body or measure,
Deep satisfaction in deeper displeasure,
In all this a message I find clear as day:
Prepare, world: 15 Y2 guys are headed your way.
