Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Godspeed, PoP

Via Chuck


"PoPs was a modest man up to the very end....PoPs wanted to pass quietly and sneakout the backdoor...The only request my Father had was to be remembered for what he believed in....Dad asked to have no funeral and  wanted All to know he loved them dearly ...Financial struggles that all of us have concerned him greatly and he wanted that energy and income given to the Cause."
          Dusty Aaron


  1. Pop was a good man

    The time you won your town the race
    We chaired you through the market-place;
    Man and boy stood cheering by,
    And home we brought you shoulder-high.

    To-day, the road all runners come,
    Shoulder-high we bring you home,
    And set you at your threshold down,
    Townsman of a stiller town.

    Smart lad, to slip betimes away
    From fields where glory does not stay
    And early though the laurel grows
    It withers quicker than the rose.

    Eyes the shady night has shut
    Cannot see the record cut,
    And silence sounds no worse than cheers
    After earth has stopped the ears:

    Now you will not swell the rout
    Of lads that wore their honours out,
    Runners whom renown outran
    And the name died before the man.

    So set, before its echoes fade,
    The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
    And hold to the low lintel up
    The still-defended challenge-cup.

    And round that early-laurelled head
    Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
    And find unwithered on its curls
    The garland briefer than a girl's.

    Alfred Edward Housman