Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Winding Down. We're coming to finale, The tour has reached end days, Our tunics boxed and loaded up In truck, - soon on our ways. The tour has passed so quickly, Reflectingly, we see Th'enjoyment that we passed along By singing harmony. The prep, before we started, The details that were striven, In planning venues, rooms and towns By those with foresight given. So to that team, and Terri too, Who stepped in, near the end, We give our full "CONGRATS" to you, Your expertise, commend. But yet there's one we still have missed, Oft times we would, him, pester The quiet man with best of view, Of course, we speak of Lester. Manoeuvring that monster bus 'round bends - ninety degrees, Up hill, down dale, in sun and dark, Performed with such an ease. The friendships that were started The memories we will keep, Those burly, head-lamped, digging guys We call 'Men of the Deep' And of the dollars that we raised 'It's no

                FAMILY  It's just been proved today, to me This chorus IS a 'family' A tour to Peggy's Cove was planned But then I heard, we're down one man. As the Benevolence Officer And just because, it's 'me' Whene'er I heard the plight of Karl, I HAD to go and see That he was not in pain, alone, A problem shared is eased, I wouldn't have enjoyed the day And would have been displeased If anything severe had 'curred With no one there, beside, Forever I'd feel guilty And prob'ly, myself, chide. However, as the bus did leave It was assured to me That my wife would be looked after Alone, she would not be. So when I did contact our 'Bob' Regarding Karl, with news, Delighted was I to have learned You all had paid full dues And made sure Liz was taken care And not alone, was she, So thank you all, for being  YOU Extended FAMILY. Posted by  Colin Ross

September 20th Ant-Hal “Here we go again, Off down the road again, Leave Antig’nish, Hal’fax bound.”     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  After havin’ a rest day Recharging vocal chords, We’re leaving Antigonish, Halifax, towards. Karl and Fred left early, For most, that seems absurd, To rise before the cockcrows, They are the “early bird”.      - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  Our bus has just been loaded With luggage, - now with folk, A headcount done and tallied, To leave ONE, is no joke. While John Black was a teacher Though maths, NOT his forte, He makes sure no one’s missing, And keeps us all at bay. Our ‘Searg-at-arms’ unable On this trip, to attend, His ‘second in command’, has done A job we can commend. A cloudy day, but thus far, It’s keeping dry, -  no rain, For Lester, with the wipers goin’ ‘Twould really be a pain. Our first stop is at Truro Some need a bladder break, A stretch of legs, posi

With having no performance And hence, no van to load, We had a normal rising 'Fore leaving our abode. Today, we head north, round the coast Toward the Cabot Trail, Then south t'Antigonish we go Meandering hill and dale.    After a breakfast, filling, With time, no need to rush, We boarded our large 'limousine' To leave our hotel, plush. We passed beside the Mira, Of which we oft have sung, 'long many winding roadways With homes speckled among. We stopped a-front 'Cape Smokey' To get th'Atlantic view, And while, before, 'twas raining, The sun did shine, on cue. Did reminisce of 'home' for me, With winding snakey turn, Faster, 'twould be a switchback, To make the stomach churn. Just past the sign for Ingonish We viewed the CastleRock Then paused to give our legs a stretch And have a little walk. Then turning back upon the path, Of yore, by men was paved, We did res

Today we had a rest from song  Some tours our guide did cater, The AM tour 'Fort Louisburg', Miners Museum was later. That is the one that I did go And what an awesome time, How fuel was discovered To how 'twas built, - the mine. We donned a cape and safety hat Then listened to our guide Describe hardships experienced, To how, many had died. Our guide had been a miner For many lingering years, His knowledge was impeccable, The tales, could bring some tears. We learned how families toiled so sore Their British boss - repressed, Kept them at work for little pay, Which made the men depressed. The children also were 'employed' Education, it was second, And how far out, under the sea, The coal, the miners, beckoned. We started up in brightness, Then as we journeyed low, 'Twas mostly blackness all around Though some lights, they did glow. Experienced how they crouched way down, Some hours they worked for nought, Got paid for only coa

Sunday Sept. 16 Leaving Baddeck Sunday It's early morn, at 'scrake of dawn' Such an unearthly hour, We woke to find it's still quite dark, But wait, - we have no power. We get to pack up all again, To move from quaint Baddeck, Then venture north, we're Sydney bound, We've gear, in van, to check. At seventh hour, the power returned, Our host, did water boil, So breakfast could be served to all, And then commence the toil Of loading up our uniforms Then cases, on the coach, So on our way - hop skip and jump, At Sydney, soon approach. The winding uphill treelined route Meandering hill and dell, Guiding us through scenic sites Our Lester knows so well. Just south of Sydney, passing through, Us bus-folk got a kick At th'name upon a local sign, A food store, "Lick-A-Chick" Next, Lester built our hopes up high, And stopped close to the Port With Disney Cruise ship there a-berth

W.R.P.M. Chorus  East Coast Tour Sept 2018 An early start at crack of dawn, We met at Police H.Q. To board the bus, -  it's Pearson bound, We left without . . . . . . . . . . .  just two. For they had left some days ago To drive the Chorus truck, That's Karl and Fred, with all our gear,  We wished them 'best of luck'. Excitement, anticipation, A sense 'it's finally here' Th'initial planning now complete From o'er the past few year. It's all come to fruition The hard work's paying off, The team have "dotted all the 'i's' Their toil we cannot scoff. We're queuing up at 'check-in' At Pearson Internat. It seems that all arrangements Have been performed, ‘down-pat’. Our tour director Terri, She’s such an awesome lass A splendid job, performed with ease At herding such a mass. On route from ‘port to hotel, Our stomachs felt a

Seen many years ago but adapted to give a better meter When tomorrow starts without me And I’m not there to see If the sun should rise to find your eyes Are filled with tears for me I wish you wouldn’t cry for me The way you did today While thinking of the many things We didn't get to say I know how much you loved me The same as I loved you And every time you think of me I know you'll miss me too So when tomorrow starts with out me Please try to understand An angel came and called my name Then took me by the hand He said my place was ready In that Heaven far above, That I would have to leave behind All those I dearly loved But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates I felt so much at home As God looked down and smiled at me From 'pon his golden throne. He said "This Is Eternity And All I promised you Today your life on earth is past, But here it starts anew I promise no tomorrow For today will always last And since each day’s the same here, There's no longing for t