Jack Driscoll

Much love to you, as you move on to your next life where I am sure Lois is waiting! Our thoughts with you always. You will always be my favorite teacher and savior from the perils that await the writer! Much love Richard and Karyn Conrath
We so much loved having Grey Goose with you those many nights ago in Belaire Beach!

Gratitude to Old Teachers

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?

Water that once could take no human weight --
We were students then -- holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and all around us the stillness.

-- Robert Bly

Forbearance
( http://dadorwart.com )

Wind and rain have undone it,
And now you wouldn´t know
That through these winds there was a path.
It lies beneath the leaves and moss
Engraved by branch and fallen limb.
Only my mind can hold
That where the wood grouse brood
And the mourning dove coo
There I walked with him
On a path through these woods.

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