For Graham Eads, In Memory (Sonnet #368)

In sad, but fond memories of my Facebook Friend, Graham Eads who's sojourn amongst us sadly passed last Tuesday, February 14.  To Evie and Heather and the family, my sorrow for your loss and prayers for healing memories of him be yours in abundance.  Please accept this humble verse in tribute to the great man he yet is.  We will ne'er forget you, Graham.

For Graham Eads, in Memory (Sonnet #368)
A Byron Sonnet

Let the pipes be played, the colors fold
That Scotland may weep the loss of her son
For now we pause to reflect his race won
We in life’s shadows share stories he told
History proud lived on in his brogue
And gaps in my knowledge of sweet heritage
Were fill’d with delight through his tutelage
Through him did I cherish my nascent blood home
Now across Highland moors his spirit strolls
With Wallace and Knox and best of the fray
We’ll see him in Spring through heather’s sweet fold
Encounter his guard in castle keep ways
Sense breath on our souls ‘midst Aberdeen’s cold
And witness his power in storms o’er Moray.

©2017 David W. Palmer
19-February, 2017
Covington, Washington