~ The Wind ~

The wind whispers through the trees
A theme for our melodies
A breeze of friendship, a gust of spirit
A whirlwind of precious memories
With cyclonic clatter, life's tempests may scatter
Us far and near
No matter the weather, we'll still be together
In love of the camp we hold dear
Sweet zephyrs of loyalty, and winds that blow ever true
Add zeal to our airy ideal
Eagle Isle, of you

Mariner Song Contest Winner 1957