The Flutist From Philadelphia

Stopped this AM at the OU Chapel after dropping my wife off,
Her car is in the shop to cure its sputter and cough.
The OU Chapel was quiet, the sunlight coming in from the East,
Quite a contrast from last week's commencement, a social lover's feast.

The families and friends who came for graduation to see their graduates stand tall,
Probably had some preconceptions of the event or perhaps none at all.
Every seat was filled, people trying to get comfortable in seats 45 years old,
A parade of speakers paraded, stories of achievement were told.

Afterwards, a reception was offered under a large white tent,
Chocolates and little smokies were displayed--money well spent!
I met a flutist from Philadelphia, who graduated after studying online,
She was next heading to Wichita, to perform her flute fine.

I thought of the years I had spent here in Ottawa to get my degree,
She was here for only a few hours, then to the southwest she did flee.
Never heard her play--assume that she's quite good,
Like my wife's car, she tuned up what's under her hood.

So, play on flute lady, master those trills and "arpeggios",
Consider how athletes train, to strengthen their arms and leggios.
There are many talented people who populate a college campus,
Consider the many kinds of grasses: Bermuda, Rye, and Pampus.
Find the soil you grow best in and work spring and fall,
When you're ready, your talent might lead you to Wichita. 
 
Dave Hale Ottawa, Ks  5/15/2012  hale-agency.com