By Tom Welch

They come, green capped and buoyed with giddy anticipation.
Receptive waters, welcoming all.
The plunge is made, stroked and stoked, “Ring that bell!”
Swag snagged, high fived, “eternal glory!”
Anonymity is lost on The Wall, names and dates secured in sharpie.
But who will remember, who will remain?
Some will stay, some will go, some will ebb and flow like a tide.
Friendships forged, fond reminiscence, “Whatever happened to…?”
Yet, like leaves on a river, the names move on
And the lake welcomes all.