This is Throwback Thursday #90. In these, we look back into the past at ESCONI specifically and Earth Science in general. If you have any contributions, (science, pictures, stories, etc ...), please sent them to [email protected]. Thanks!
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We have a real nice holiday themed post for today. It's a poem called "The Night After a Field Trip" from the December 1970 newsletter. Unfortunately, no details are available on the attribution... who were ESCOMO and Gemrock? Was Gemrock a club newsletter? If you know, please tell us at [email protected]. We all hope you are enjoying the holiday season and resting up for a Rockin' 2022!
THE NIGHT AFTER A FIELD TRIP
Twas the night after a Field Trip and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring; there wasn't room for a mouse.
With geodes and nodules under table and chairs,
A wee little mouse can't squeeze in anywhere.When out in the street there 'rose such a clatter
I jumped out of bed as made as a hatter,
Stumbled down stairs, two at a time,
Just as our clock tolled its 3 A.M. chime.I opened the door and took a long look,
The sight that I saw there would make quite a book.
For parking in front with a roar and a squeak,
Was our Field Trip Leader, in a well-loaded jeep.He paused just a moment to check his long list
And make doubly certain no one would, be missed.
There's agate, onyx, turquoise, and malachite,
Carnelian, crystal, sapphire, and rhodonite.He named every stone I ever had heard,
And my heart was so happy it sang like a bird.
For rocks to a rockhound are really a must,
Right next to that stuff labeled, "In God We Trust."It took quite a while to do this little chore,
But as soon as he'd finished, he came straight for our door.
And I can't understand, though I've honestly tried,
But before I could turn, he was right there inside.He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And I stood there and watched thought I felt like a "jerk",
For he knew, more than I, and from visits to faraway hills,
He was wise beyond reason, this jolly "Old Bill."The gifts he had brought were trips for next year,
And the making of new friends from far and near.
The singing of old songs around campfires bright
And being with the gang every Rock Meeting Night.He picked up his pack and prepared to depart
And I gave him my thanks from the depth of my heart.
For friendship we know is a wonderful gem,
And the principal key to Peace Among Men.And A He sprang to his jeep, and stepped on the gas
And left mid the snowflakes, which sparkled like glass,
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Hunting Rockhounds and to all a Good-Night!"(Author Unknown From ESCOMO via Gemrock)
