A Greek Feast

Sing, Muse, the joy of the feast where the olives and nectar flow freely,

Under the marbled halls where the gods would have danced in delight.

Western Masonic Club walls echo laughter and thundering footfalls,

Heroes and kin are restored by ambrosial bounty and wine.

Garlands of laurel entwine with the scent of oregano rising,

Tables like temples are filled with delights of the sun-stricken land.