What a unique and great gift I received today from my talented friends Faud and Linda.
One August day at the crack of dawn
When dew drops gleam on the cool green lawn
A roaming bird prepares to fly
Crossing the plains, touching the sky.
From Fairbanks you will hear his call
To Fair Winds* near the southern pole. *”Buenos Aires”
Greg wondered, but, deep down he knew
That he could make his dream come true.
One fateful day, our Greg did say
“Free as a bird, I’ll fly away
By motorbike with mighty roar
That echoes far on every shore
And wilderness where there’s no one
Except my engine on the run
From weary shifts and dull routina
To Buenos Aires, Argentina!”
So when you hear that roaring sound
You’ll know that Greg’s somewhere around.
Goodbye, our friend, and all the best
No bird can fly who stays in nest.
We’ll keep the sirloin at the Keg
Until you’re back, our dearest Greg!