Still We Rise
                 based on a poem by Maya Angelou
                          Injected with AARP & Riverside Ultimate Pride by Paul
                                   Flight Muse - Dawn Skonieczny

You may write us down in history

With your 11 foot tall skies,

You may trod us in the very dirt

But still, like Sanchez dust, we'll rise.

Does Milan’s Ho D upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause we walk like we won a game

At National’s before noon.

Just like everyone knows Bubba,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like Mark Graham springing high,

Still we'll rise.

Did you want to see us broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by our harmonic, soulful cries.

 

Does our Angel like nature offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause we've seen Tom Harbuck score

In Denver, like it was his own back yard.

 

You may beat Dr. Brent & Doc Brown with shoestring grabs,

You may fake Nacogdoches Dan with your eyes,

You may race with Houston Jim & Houston Rob,

But still, like air, we'll rise.

Does our age upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That we still think we can play

Despite our years and size?

Kenan had a hard day,

Burn pulled up lame

We rise

Randy’s frustration,

Scott C, injured, in pain

We rise

With our roots in Riverside extending wide,

Young Thad, Handsome Dave, Old Greg on our side,

Leaving behind Banner, Carrel, Houck, and Nilsen with a tear 

We rise

Into a Denver daybreak that's wondrously clear

We rise

Bringing the gifts of an Ultimate truth,

We are a dream and a hope for the youth.

We rise

We Rise

WE RISE.

Austin Antique Roadshow Players - AARP

1 Win Sunday AM versus DC Duck Pond

Pool play with #1 Death or Glory and #2 Yomo Fog Oho

Scoring 7 on #1!

Great Heart - No Fear - Much Love

AARP had it all!

Montreal anyone?

Big, Bald, Not So Bygone Paul