Steve

Dave mentioned a few months back when reading some of his excellent poetry what happened to Steve's poem

I found it today - Tattered, hand written at the time and just in case i ever lose it again thought i would re share it with you guys,.

feeling a little sad as its made me think about Steve a lot today i still miss him.




I have asked his friend to help me find the words to tell of Steve
Through the tears and silent hurt shared stories I received

It seems his fun and humor will by most be missed
Or running over hill and field, sword in hand and shield in fist

For some figures to battle or a board to game
Good banter, Laughter, jokes and arguments over rules again

Weather in hand a dice, saw, hammer, or the arm of a friend
It is for us, without doubt so hard to comprehend

That our mate who was always just there
To cheer us, laugh with us or repair an old chair

Has taken his leave and left us to stay, too soon for us all and in such a way

No more adventures for us to measure, and no more dragons hordes full of rich treasure
Just memories and stories that will be re told, by friends left behind who slowly grow old.

Rich

Davon wrote:

Dave mentioned a few months back when reading some of his excellent poetry what happened to Steve's poem

I found it today - Tattered, hand written at the time and just in case i ever lose it again thought i would re share it with you guys,.

feeling a little sad as its made me think about Steve a lot today i still miss him.




I have asked his friend to help me find the words to tell of Steve
Through the tears and silent hurt shared stories I received

It seems his fun and humor will by most be missed
Or running over hill and field, sword in hand and shield in fist

For some figures to battle or a board to game
Good banter, Laughter, jokes and arguments over rules again

Weather in hand a dice, saw, hammer, or the arm of a friend
It is for us, without doubt so hard to comprehend

That our mate who was always just there
To cheer us, laugh with us or repair an old chair

Has taken his leave and left us to stay, too soon for us all and in such a way

No more adventures for us to measure, and no more dragons hordes full of rich treasure
Just memories and stories that will be re told, by friends left behind who slowly grow old.

Rich

Thank you Rich,
Every time I pass the spot where he died I think of Steve, I'm really glad you found the poem.
We've a lot to be thankful for.

Cheers Rich

Nice to hear that again