Thank you poem at MOE picnic
 

Below is a poem that was written by Andrea Agra (365 team co-captain who is on her way to RPI next year). She read it to the mentors at our end-of-year picnic. It touched a lot of us so I thought I would share it with everyone.

(To give proper credit, she adapted this from a Girl Scout poem).

Also check out the pic below of our guest of honor at our picnic. Yes, we traditionally have a pig roast.

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THE GREEN ANGEL

There is a group of living angels,
Who give and give each year
These incredibly gifted people
Are known as volunteers.

Some ask "Why do you do it?"
"You mean it doesn't pay a dime?"
"Why, you'd have to be crazy
To give away all that time!"

But volunteers know without a doubt
That kids need to know we care
So if for no other reason
They come--and give--and share.

I dreamed I went to Heaven
And saw among the dead
Angels dressed in green
A gear and halo ‘round their heads.

And they looked kind of funny
Midst all the glaring white.
The Others asked them jealously
What gave them such a right.

They were Miracle Workerz, mentors
They lay not hold to fame,
But being such a person
Means more than just a name.

Their jobs on earth were many;
Praise and thanks were few,
They did more work in one day
Then ten people ought to do.

They guided us and gave us
The skills and tools we will need
the experience, the practice,
The know how and the knowledge to succeed.

The students here do a lot
The mentors do even more
And we move on, while they stay
For whatever is in store

We are all Miracle Workerz,
And our mentors even more so
Opening doors and giving keys
To students as they go

We have halos on our shirts
They have halos on their heads
They are our Green Angels
We follow in their stead.