Sunday, January 13, 2013
Beyond the lawn and path
There’s a tall-roofed gabled house,
With kitchen and a hearth.
Carpets in the living room,
A wide cozy divan,
A home amongst the college halls
They call it “Waterman”.
The residents are ladies,
Hillsdale colleagues all,
Who take pride as they entertain
When others come to call;
Patriotic damsels, virtuous and true
Of the white and blue.
Should you on Tuesday evenings,
Drop in by chance you’ll see
The denizens and visitors
Enjoying a cup of tea.
Young men from Delts might be there,
Mu Alphans and Phi Mus
They take a break away from work
To air their news and views
It is now a tradition
Among that active throng,
To nurture arts of hearth and home
While yet they labor long.
In the wee hours of the morning
When others have gone to bed,
The lights are on in Waterman
They’re working late instead.
For my daughter Maran who, enjoying the company of its residents, applied for and has succeeded in making Waterman her college domicile.
Dr Neil Stewart McLeod - January 2013