Spring break was amazing
On a cloudy Saturday morning :
We pulled out of SAGA's drive
Piled in a limo,
And got on our jive.
Our limo was packed with suitcases and a guitar inside
The Last of the Dogmen was our entertainment for the ride.
We arrived in Tampa that Saturday
And while we waited for the van to be cleaned, amongst the suitcases we did lay.
Bonding in that crowded van was such a fun time.
Upon our arrival to the condo, not a chair nor a couch did we find.
Sunday morning, Idlewild was the place.
We learned about family values and God's grace.
That afternoon we lounged by the pool.
Soaking up Florida's sun, we were pretty cool.
The water was chillingly cold.
Only a few took the plunge, the brave and the bold.
That evening we had a night on the city
We watched Hitch; Will Smith was very pretty and witty.
Monday was when the work began
We sorted clothes at Metro's thrift store, what a cool ministry they ran.
At St. Joseph's hospital, we put together “ouch” bags for a child.
We were disappointed because we wanted to work with the kids for a while.
We walked on St. Pete's beach by night.
The ocean was calm and peaceful, what a beautiful sight.
Monday night at ten o'clock sharp was time for mac n' cheese.
Joe and Daniel, our faithful chefs, our stomachs did please.
Tuesday was our free day and it was really cold
Prior to leaving that morning, for the handyman our clothes we did fold.
The wind at the beach got sand everywhere
Joe and Daniel tried to fly a kite and woke Christy and Sarah up, but they didn't care.
At ten o'clock it was time for a slurpee run.
We walked over the bladder bumps instead of driving, which was a lot of fun.
Wednesday morning we made dolls with the kids.
But before we left, our luggage once again we hid.
At Metro Min, we got down with Kevin and packed a bunch of boxes.
It rained most of the day so traded in our sandals for shoes and sockses.
That night we had a highlight of our trip:
A staged proposal was our mission, but we almost let me slip.
Joe told of how his and Jen's parents died together in a car crash one year ago today.
And how she rescued him from a bully and saved the day.
Everyone cried, the women swooned,
We got no free food, so our plan was doomed.
Our waitress told us that Daniel Kim would be good at math.
We all gave her an evil glare so she could feel our wrath.
Thursday brought us to A Woman's Place
We put together folders and stuffed donuts in our face.
When they ran out of things for us to do
We chilled at Brenda's house, which was pretty coo.
We made some phone calls
Then loaded up for Clearwater Beach, which excited us all.
We watched the most beautiful sunset on the rocks.
And sang the doxology while looking at the pirate ship pulling away from the docks.
Friday morning was spent at the kitchen at Metro.
They made the girls lift 40-pound boxes which was pretty retro.
A bitter man in a red shirt ordered us around
Lindsay chopped up onions which made a hideous odor abound.
At the hospital a game of BINGO did we play
Whitney, our hotline operator, made everyone's day.
Her friend Jenna the camera she did maneuver.
While Joe the MC cracked jokes that could not have been smoother.
On the way to the beach a traffic jam halted our drive.
So we took a short cut which landed us at a great beach around five.
The island was like an alternate world.
Blue skies, sandy beaches, our happiness was unfurled.
We stopped at a diner that was quickly within our reach.
The food was good but slow
There was only one poor waitress to take the burden of the blow.
Seven days since our last visit
We headed back to the airport, man we really missed it
Our flight was delayed for 3 hours
But soon we were sailing over the flowers.
So we say goodbye to Daniel Kim, Joe's associate
And to the warm, shining sun (well at least most of it)
Goodbye Uies and our well-traveled bridge
And to all the food that we had to throw out of the fridge,
To life stories and sleeping on the floor,
To “feeling” everything and not telling lies or jokes any more,
To singing hymns to the tune of Joe's guitar,
To proposals and oceans and the pink palace of CeSar,
To seashores and seashells and walks on the beach
Holy moly! Let's not forget all the “isms” of precious and his speech.
So goodbye to Florida and our 2005 spring break
Thank you to God for all the incredible memories we were able to make.
To Melanie and Cathy for capturing those moments in a photo
And Lindsay for being such a great trip leader—way to go!
Thank you God for bringing us all together
And help us to adjust to this cold, cold weather!
-Sara Motsinger (fellow trip member)