THOMAS WELCH

Where is the boy who planted thousand trees.
Where is the boy who camped in the winter woods.
Where is the man who fished the Creek and Lake.
Where is the man who patiently taught us all he knew.
Where is the man who never stopped wanting to learn more.
Where is the man who shared the stories from long ago when he was a boy.

He is here. Here in the morning mist.
He is here. Here in the setting sun.
He is here. Here in the rising moon.
He is...