ANCHORS IN THE STREAM
|The Santa Fe reunion marked the first (and only) public performance
of a song by our poet laureate John Gidmark, written and composed
especially for the occasion and sung by half of our company quartet (Gidmark
|The Chattahoochee made the days of Summer
a fiction in their beauty by the war,
a myth of something we, too fresh to fathom,
drew sure to heart – what were we striving for?
The Summer drove our senses into numbness;
we fumbled under sky and into earth;
we bore ourselves as we could bear, designing
to understand our mettle and our worth.
The Chattahoochee made the days of Autumn
a clutter in the colors of the Fall,
a Fall into some other’s arms of glory,
a Fall into some other’s holy pall;
but Autumn made us men of certain purpose,
and Autumn made us men of perfect cheer,
and Autumn made us men of certain certainty and pride,
And Autumn made us men against our fear.
The Chattahoochee made the days of Winter
- John Gidmark, November 2005