Jim Wellington is missing

It seems he's gone astray

Stranded up in Canada

Some say

How can that be?

And why there?

Heavens, why now?

Connecticut just ain't the same

Now that Jim Wellington's

MIA

Rumour has it -

And a few emails too

He's in Alaska

Looking for more northern clues

There was a whisper of a trailer

Lurking in some pines

But is it parked

Or is it travelling

If so then

From where

And

When?

Yes, he's definitely missing

Of that we can be sure

And yet there's some who claim

They've seen him

Wandering down the Sound's

Rocky shores

They could have been mistaken

Goodness knows it's been a while

Jimmy, Nimmy, Bimmy

Oh where oh where can you be?

Goodness me.

Down at the station

The wonderous WPKN

They say he's haunted the control booth

And lingered in their halls

There's a taunt of possibility

His voice it isn't gone

It will return by some mysterious

Waves burned into plastic

To be played here once again

Oh dear, oh dear

It's plain to see

He's found the secret -

Would he say hi to Elvis for me?

Jim Wellington, Jim Wellington

Mercurious INFP

Has he solved the riddle

Of convergence

Perhaps found the cloak of darkness

And he's here and there and everywhere

Or -

Could it be he's on vacation

Working on a different life

Writing novels by a campfire

Free of rancour free of rife

Discovering and learning

What it means to really be

Jim Wellington

?

Jim, it is said

Is a little bit far

And a little bit close

So when the days grow shorter

And the night is getting long

And the winter's chill is

Creeping on

Look for answers in the airwaves

And on the written page

I have a feeling

Just a tiny hint

Our MIA will be

FIA

In just a little bit.

:)

(c) Aug. 21, 2002 Catherine M. Harris