Sad, sad, day.

It was a dark and stormy night.
All were filled with fright.
We begged and pled
and they still said
"We have to go".

Oh, why leave us now?
and go back home, how?
I want you to stay
Forever and always,
Come back soon.

I'll pray for you,
for a safe trip too.
I'll miss you guys
It'll be our demise
I miss you already.


So that was a pretty bad poem. Oh well.

The Proctors left us a few days ago. They are probably back home in Uganda by now. Lydia and Hannah, I speak for all, We Miss YOU!!!!!!!

Joanna~