Although not an Ole by birthright or registration, Philip H., our Dutch-Australian colleague and friend, certainly has earned a place in this Blog and our community through his easy good cheer and indomitable worth ethic. At his request, I post his farewell poem here:
We will miss you Antiocheia : it’s very strange….
We will miss you Antiocheia : it’s very strange,
But we’ve grown accustomed to the place…
Bees, eggs, blisters,
Rami’s whistle, sore bodies,
Lots of su…
5am alarms, little sleep,
Tuborg and Effes
( with apologies to Heineken !..)
We will miss you Antiocheia : it’s very strange,
But we’ve grown accustomed to the place…
Dig-house, school-house,
Margot, Conrads,
Walks to Gazipasa,
Soccer , Baclava,
Sweaty, dirty clothes,
Trowels Buckets, Brushes,
Watermelon, lots of chai…
We will miss you Antiocheia : it’s very strange,
But we’ve grown accustomed to the place…
Turkish pants,
Rocks, Marble, Marl,
White, Grey and Black dust…
Pottery cleaning,
Laundry machine line-up,
Rami & Shayna,
Beach sunsets and Side,
Pirate’s Cove Fridays,
Chicken wings !
We will miss you Antiocheia : it’s very strange,
We DO LOVE this place…