Patient old Thom
No news is good news?
Worth being, he will say in tones
Of voice, we can hear laughter with dues...

Maybe a little more off the top?
Hair is such a fuss known
If gift's of life show us what's up
Maybe six owes a lot, to seven...

Tender eyed, and moving with sunshine
Here is a cradle, here is a lover, here is a grave
Meant in our arm's, once more, the measure of young
None of that, and more of this, if mice come to play...

Epitaph to a gorgeous day
Many have sought a just rhyme in knowledge's city
But life in the country, knows once, the here of special may
With a baring, a smile and a word, we have seen, God's speed...