A smoky scent still lingers on my sleeve,
Joining the sound and sight of autumn leaves.
The laughs and voices echo in my head,
Absurd jokes, retold stories; all were said.
A frisbee tossed, a burger grilled, and soon
The revelry and fellowship will bloom.
We men of music belt out joyful song,
Sung night before; again to sing 'fore long.
The old and new both partake of the feast,
No man is cast aside; none counted least.
Our time is short, for studies fill our days,
Commitments split apart our merry ways.
But much is gained, none lost 'neath ancient wood.
Such is the pow'r of honest brotherhood.
