In Camargo our reunion day
Has dawned yet once again,
With as many of the Blairs
As can attend, though none
Is surnamed Blair,
The consequence quite logical
Of clan descent
From sisters five
And just a single brother.
Report is out
That mostly senior cousins
Have arrived
As the family succumbs
To centrifugal effects
Induced by speeding years.
Those born here will return,
Plus those who feel Camargo is the place
Their birth site should have been.
As if by magnets in our blood
We’re drawn together here
From far across the land
To laugh at stories we’ve all heard
A hundred times, and shed a tear
At harms that age has done;
And never doubt
We’ll stay together in our hearts
Even should Camargo pass away.
©2006 John I. Blair