Jack Roncka
Omaha, Nebraska
Frank Mezzadri
Baltimore, Maryland
David Widney
Bellvue, Washington
In Memoriam

Remember me when I am gone away,
   Gone far away into the silent land;
   When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
   You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
   Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
   And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
   For if the darkness and corruption leave
   A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
   Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake,
From the skies. All is well,
Safely rest, God is nigh.

Go to sleep, peaceful sleep,
May the soldier or sailor,
God keep. On the land
or the deep, safe in sleep.

Fades the light; And afar
Goeth day, And the stars
Shineth bright, Fare thee well;
Day has gone, Night is on.


Requiem For A Fallen Warrior

After each empty year
we shall solemnly return
to the lea, your stone.

Where strong oaks and tall birch,
stand reverently on guard
over your earthly peace.

Bouquets of colored blossoms
infuse the cool still air
with their hallowed fragrance.

A tear or two, perhaps more
shall be shed for the loss
of your sturdy presence.

But also knowing smiles
for the glad times,
before the day you fell.

There is no war here,
in this tranquil glade;
only reflective harmony.

You stand at ease in our hearts
where you whisper secrets
of love's timeless grace.

You shall be remembered,
not just when we stand near
but every day of our lives.

"Day is done, gone the sun.."

       John Newlin
      When I Am Dead, My Dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

    Christina Rossetti
Conrad Metcalf
Kennebunkport, ME
Chick Silva
Nantucket, MA
Jerry Snyder
Monmout, OR
Gary Starbird
Topeka, KS
John Butz
Lancaster, PA