A boy was born, his talent driven
A spark was felt, and words were given.
As time moved on, great poetry loomed
His fame would grow, as his sonnets bloomed.
All through the years, his fame quietly grew
All spoke his name, each follower knew.
His tales would tell, of loves he did hold
His soul was full, and stories were told.
As each thought shared, and everyone found
Much had he lived, his works would abound.
The sum of life, when poetry's read
His work lives on, his soul is not dead!
* Dear Ralph, so many VN members, both old and new, will always keep Roy in our thoughts with his remarkable poetry. I hope the 100th Memorial Challenge will bring you and your family great comfort and peace.
Thank you to all of the Musketeers for making such a wonderful tribute to Roy! I know each of you had a very special bond with him and miss him deeply. I hope you have peace and comfort as well dear friends. Betty