Not for the lust of the killing,
Not for the trophies or pride,
Not for the hate of the hunted,
The fells that we take in are stride,
But because of the gift of are fathers,
Their blood in are veins that flow,
Must answer for ever and ever,
The challange of "yonder he goes"
(This is an awesome poem that a very good man,that I am thankful to know as a friend,sent in honor of our father.Thank you Graham)
Poem from across the Great Pond
"Cuimhnichibh air na daoine bho'n d'thainig sibh." ("Remember the people whom you come from." -Old Gaelic Proverb)
Our father enjoying being at home after a long stay at the hospital.
