An Ode To Our Elderhostel

In a place that’s hot and muggy
And sometimes much too buggy
Is a city that is known as San Antone.

At a museum called Witte
On the edge of this fair city
Met a group of seniors far from home.

We were told about the history
And tried to solve the mystery
Of what went on at Mission Alamo.

In spite of all illusion
We came to one conclusion
What truly happened no one seems to know.

Now we have more knowledge
From this Elderhostel ‘college”
And are off to leave the city far behind.

This week will soon have faded
Our memories be jaded
But friends we’ve made will always be in mind.