This week is international Peace Corps Week, and in honor of
it I’d like to revive the blog I’ve neglected for the past few months by
talking a bit about the people of Peace Corps who’ve changed my life and
service for the better: my fellow group 6 Peace Corps volunteers. This blog
will forever serve as an ode to those fellow Americans of mine who, like me,
didn’t know what they were getting into but managed to overcome anyway. These
people are near and dear to my heart, and it’s about time I told you a little
about them. I’m not much of a poet, but I felt particularly inspired about this
idea and I hope you enjoy it.
It all started in the great town that some might know as
Philly,
Where founding fathers once stood tall, now young people get
silly,
For staging we all gathered here, though no stage was in
sight,
Yes here began my great journey, yes here began the fright.
As I stood in my white-washed room, lost, dazed, without a
clue,
A young man did enter right then, with red hair and eyes all
blue.
He came from Colorado Springs but hated milk I learned,
And that began the awesome pair of Benji and Ato Burns
We went downstairs together then and joined a group of
twenty,
Men and women, old and young, new friends we had a plenty.
First on our list to meet at once, two girls that were quite
hot,
Both came from my own Texas state, one I knew, the other not,
The Swedish model I made known, was my good ole friend
Ingers,
She had corn silk hair, moon white teeth, and really, soft
white fingers,
Ms. Katheryn, we soon found out, was a truly Texas gal,
With her awesome smile and southern charm, I knew she’d be
my pal.
We heard the boisterous laugh of the charmed young Breanna
then,
Whose dazzling smile and lovely skin surprised all us young
men.
Not quite to be outdone at all, came next the beauty
Bridget,
Whose other earthly qualities, were her great smart and wit.
Our three ole grandpas then came next, with all their wisdom
and age,
Dexter was from great California, he’s a chiropractic sage
Rashad ole boy, was a playa, North Carolina born and raised,
And our dear young Pappy Andrew had an old soul twice repaid.
Next on the list came side by side, two very special ladies,
I think of them, like all the rest, as two of my dear
maties,
Nichole’s a doll whose done Peace Corps, Ethiopia makes
twice
And Carla hails from the cold north, but really she’s quite
nice.
Repeated names we searched for next, and Ryans we found
galore
Though if they all, are this awesome, then we could use two
more
Sir Ryan K. goes by google, all the facts he seems to know.
And Ryan P. looks Neeson-like, a fact he abhors so.
Kenya and Becca are too cool, they’re very awesome chicks
More awesomeness you couldn’t find, in two such good ole
picks
Becca’s hoola hoopin skills are said to be crazy off the
chain
And Kenya’s not to be trifled with, she’s got quite the
amazing brain.
Orion and Theresa are our resident lovebirds
Such a loving pair you can not find, or describe in mortal words.
Frank is a pretty chill young guy, whose really quite quiet.
Though I hear if you get him going, he’s a hoot and a riot.
That leaves us with two warriors, who go by Jess and Wayne
These two have done feats of wonder, and never feel the
pain.
Wayne’s hiked quite far, through hot and cold, along the whole
Pacific coast.
And Jess does run, oh does she run, 20 miles a day she
boasts.
These people are my family, through the thick and the thin.
I could never do a thing so hard, without this loving kin.
I appreciate them every day, in the highs and in the lows,
For G6 is the best group made, this fact everyone knows!
Love you group six! Congratulations on 9 months left and let’s
do it big!
