O Porteress

O Porteress!

If thou hast gone from us to that shadow land
What Port, What door guardest thou now?
Westward traveler on such distant sand
Thou hast left the oxen, left the plow.

We must idle by the gate
Or harness ourselves to the task
This our chosen fate
To dance or wear the mask.

Daughters of Germaine we all
Listen to thy voice and heed
As ageless wisdom doth call
And bid us reap what we seed.

To Honor our Pioneer Ancestors

This is our mission, stated so poignanently in the anonymous poem above, written by one of our pioneer ancestors. To honor the daughters of the pioneers, to protect the Trustee of the vision of Germaine Van Bibber, and to guard the portal of knowledge against all of her enemies.