A poem from Alasdair:
The Corinthian Spirit
While waiting to hear if I could help two Old Stoics stranded in Lima last year,
I remembered my time at Stowe and took a moment to recall and reflect,
So here I include a few short memories and thoughts that I hold very dear,
A time and experience in my life that I am grateful for and will never forget …
While I walked from Walpole House to the Chapel at the start of each day,
On the left, fields and lakes, and the Corinthian Arch standing firm and fast,
In the afternoon I would return to play rugby or cricket there in the Stoic Way,
I knew I was surrounded by tradition with a vision of a future that would last.
While at Stowe, amongst other things, I lived to run with a desire to succeed,
With each step my first priority was always for my team and to be my best,
Along the cross country trails I had time to contemplate my plan to proceed,
With a focus that would serve me in the future during my life’s long quest.
While finally Ben and Poppy arrived back in the UK safe and sound,
To The Corinthian I wrote that, “all Old Stoics should never feel alone”,
When there is a fellow old school mate close by that can be found,
Standing by to offer support if necessary to provide a temporary home.