bonfire

I love the smell of Bonfire in the morning.
There is not much like the feeling of running your dirt-caked fingertips
over wired camaraderie stacked together near 6 in the morning
as the sun rises. I worry that someday, Aggies like us
will become a lost cultural relic, buried beneath a diversity
that sacrifices unity at the price of tradition. There are days
when I pass by the skeletons in Sul Ross' closet and wonder
if political correctness is not a little overrated in favor of
the genuine nature of the 12th Man's family.