Ode to a Hurricane Patriot

 (a spiritual text from his students)

You covered our flank  while storming up front

 Stopping the buck, you’d take the brunt

 For the low, the downtrodden, the heroes, the goats

 the loners, the slackers and  the ones who ride floats

 You were always there in the thick of the fray

 Lifting our spirits with something to say

 You stoked the fire when the flame would flicker

And quenched our thirst when parched the quicker

 A broken heart in need of a mend …

A belated thank you is what we all send

At Vets and Pilgrim, the flags  will fly low

  But the stars up in heaven have brightened their glow

We’ll miss you Habs ...  and vow to be kind

Your ballad will yoke us and stay in our mind

 God sculpted you Habs ”to help out  us kids”

 And your spirit will guide us in spite of  our skids

Stephen Andolfo

Warwick