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What a special moment on such a dream weekend!!
Dear PottersPairs -
What has grown out of our Monday evening fun is hard to fathom : ))
One quarter of a century
I thank you all!!
and dear Riekje - what can I say... but where is my tissue :..)
Ode to Our McWilliam
Penned (with sweaty palmns and full heart)
for the 25th Anniversary of Potter's Pairs - by Riekje Oldsen
In the hall where fiddles play.
And feet defy the rules of sway,
There stands a man, half Scot, full heart
Our Martin leads with wit and art.
His English? Ja, it's very nice,
With German sprinkles - spice on rice.
He calls with heart and joyful cheer,
And so we all know where to steer.
Two rules we've learned, both tried and true:
If there's a gap - it's meant for you.
And if a hand is in the air -
Just grab it, quick - with flair to spare!
He leaps and bounds mit full Elan,
Like Braveheart mit 'nem Übungsplan.
Sometimes he flies a wee too far,
But hey, that's part of who we are!
In Potter's Pairs, with pride we claim,
A dance was written in our name.
With Puffin Reels that loop and scare -
So Mairi's Nightmare ruled the air.
With tangled arms and breathless flight,
No stylish flair was still in sight.
One dares to think- with just one frown -
Miss Milligan turned upside down.
And every Monday - rain or shine,
He keeps us dancing, sharp and fine.
No matter what the year may bring.
We dance - just skip the Christmas fling.
New Year? Of course- we twirl once more,
With dancing hearts and laughs galore.
With tartan pride and sparkling wit,
He makes us laugh, he keeps us fit.
And when he MCs, bold and bright,
He spreads confusion with delight!
The sets may falter, lines may bend -
But Martin stays, our blazing friend.
For in the chaos, joy and grace -
It's Martin's love that holds this place.
He skis through snow in Canada,
And climbs Italian peaks - hurrah!
To dance a reel upon the crest
Because he simply loves it best.
And now the hall is full of cheer,
With guests from far and friends from near.
From Tokyo tunes to Yankee flair -
They've come to dance, because he's there.
And when the final reel begins,
The Royal Scots will wear their grins.
No whisky toast, no speech, no fuss -
Just every step - in thanks- from us.
So Martin - dear McWilliam bold,
Whose clay and courage both are gold -
You gave us rhythm, life and light,
And made the world feel....so right.
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