Muster the Courage

Here is a poem my senior at Shiloh Christian High School in Springdale AR wrote for his class recently. 

He will be attending Muster with the A&M Ozark club tonight in Bentonville, Arkansas. 

Gig’em and Blessings,

Meribeth Wilkinson
Richard Wilkinson ‘82

Muster the Courage
by Dillon Sharp

Softly the fellow men run,

To answer the call of muster.

Through the spirit of April

They remember the symbols

That bounces back off the wall,

With the rumbling of the train.

 

Patiently, they wait for the train.

Their comrades start running

Until they hear the voices in the wall.

Together they will begin muster,

With all the symbols

In the loving days of April.

 

Where the winds of April

Blow the whistle of trains.

The horns symbolize

The fall during the run

And why we meet at muster.

Our backs against the walls.

 

Among us on the wall,

We see the beauty April

Sprouts up with the muster.

The two o’clock train

With all its might, runs

Through this place of symbols.

 

Year by year we forge these symbols.

Until we find the last Wailing Wall

To remember the running

Of our fallen brothers in April.

Waiting to board the train

We long for our call at muster.

 

We must prepare for muster,

The gathering of our family’s symbol.

While the mighty train

Is put to rest, the walls

Begin to close on April,

While the memory river runs.