Member Poem

We yearn to travel as we grow
but the nursery shuffle is far to slow
as we master how to talk
the shuffle then becomes a walk
we travel more as we ride our bike
a few years on we like to hike
to far flung places we often fly
on sun kissed beaches we slowly fry
old age comes, all aches and pain
so now we cruise the spanish main
but now the nicest trip I must explain
is a happy trip down memory lane