another poem...

Four weeks of the year in the heat of July
Some crazy man, a ticket to Israel does buy
His workboots and passport, he sits at the gate
Waiting for a group that he hopes won't be late

His summer is spent in the hot desert sun
Picking dirt, moving rocks--doesn't it sound fun?
Unveiling church mysteries, he uses such skill
In the ruins of Hippos, the city on a hill

He eats the same food for each meal of the day
And by the sea with his "family," encourages them to pray
He puts up with students who constantly try
To make his eyes roll and his mind wonder "Why?!"

But his passion is contagious, it catches on fast
His excitement makes us all eager to learn of the past
He works us quite hard, and early we wake
Sweat, dig, dirt, bugs, and the familiar, "WATER BREAK!"

His church follows no rules, it's hard to unravel
But I'm sure that still here next year he'll travel
I'm sure you know now that no one could be cooler
Than the man, the myth, the legend...the one true Doc. Schuler!



Dedicated to our fearless leader...who puts up with a lot from the students and still smiles at the end of the day...and who we really do have a lot of respect for (more than we sometimes show!).