To Diana, the Heart of the Ride to Turn the Tide
In the evening's light, so soft, so wide,
Cyclists roll in from the countryside,
And there, at the door, with welcoming smiles,
Diana and her crew greet us after many miles.
The house and its garden, a stunning home,
Where bikers and their helpers are free to roam.
The river flows by in the day’s twilight,
Chatter and laughter flow into the night.
Diana’s elegance shines in every gesture,
Her hospitality, a treasured measure.
In her presence, we are treated like stars,
Glimmering bright beneath our scars.
The food, a feast beyond compare,
Each bite a memory, rich and rare.
The laughter flows, the bonds grow tight,
As Diana's warmth ignites the night.
Her crew, a team of joy and care,
Wrap us in kindness, pure and fair.
Every moment feels like a song,
Where the heart beats fast, and we belong.
With warmth and awe in their every word,
They think we’ve done feats that most have not heard.
Yes, we, Grassroot Grannies are still alive,
Raising money so African grandmas can survive.
So here's to Diana, and all of her crew,
To the love and friendship old and new.
Lanark County Grannies are still alive
Raising money so African children can thrive.