I see myself as a child still eager to learn,
Yet loathe to accept what passes for reason...
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, the Ark
was built by amateurs--the experts built the Titanic!
In Remembrance of a Man
(Used by permission.)
Art thou a knight, the children
That leads the battle on the knoll?
No, not in glory have I basked,
But only served my fellow soul.
Does thou thrill to bear thy
Remembered as a martyr be?
Only in service to my Lord,
Preserved with his integrity.
So how shall we remember thee,
A warrior with a cast iron hand?
With kindness and compassion please,
Remember that I was a man.
In memory of Trooper John R. Davis, taken
too soon in a patrol car accident near Nashville Tennessee.
[Webmaster Note: I think this poem is also a
tribute to the courage and dedication of the men and women of law
enforcement agencies everywhere. People who put their lives on the line every
day; people like Officer Russ Sorrow, who in an age where some men make
millions for playing ball, gave his life on the streets of Greenville South
Carolina at a salary that should cause us all to hang our heads in
shame. Thanks Jim.]