Charles A. Peñalosa
1 By the Riverwalk of San Antonio
there we sat and wept,
remembering Meinrad.
2 On the cypresses that grew there
we hung up our coats.
3 It was there that they asked us
our instructors for songs
our presenters for joy.
"Sing to us," they said,
"one of Meinrad's tones."
4 O how could we sing
the song of the monks
on Texan soil?
5 If I forget you, Saint Meinrad,
let me lose Donut Tuesdays!
6 O let my tab
be closed and suppressed
if I remember you not,
if I prize not Jack's coffee
above all my joys.
7 [Remember, O Lord
our Wednesday meal deals
and our birthday traditions,
when they say, "Kiss the moose,
Kiss the moose" in the Unstable.
8 O dreaded chicken breast,
he is happy who ignores you
the ills you brought on us.
9 He shall seize and shall dash
your baby carrots upon the rock.] Ω