Ode to the Team Tent
By Seth Haskell
Alas, my good friend,
inanimate being of aluminum and poly,
At the end of the day we compress you to rest,
In your own black package, as we ourselves head to recover..
Let us not forget!
No never forget
How you once abated our heated brows
From a scorching mid-morn sun
How you kept cool our machines in your gracious shade....
How you created a space
Where teammate, where friend
Gathered and laughed,
Joking and smiled,
Gathering courage
To stare into the face
of such an oncoming challenge
and after...how we dragged our sun burnt bodies,
wrecked and wretched,
torn and tattered from the suffering of the day,
back to your solace, to find shelter
from the late afternoon rain
once again united
with our brethren of race,
exhausted we talk,
we celebrate and lament
we plan, and through it all,
we find in ourselves resolve
to charge again, once more
to the pave for battle,
from you
our fort, our home,
our Team Tent......
