If Moses were a Methodist...
A man who could get along with any other Yet, he passionately loved to cross words daily While some may not appreciate his sense of style His wardrobe could supply anyone a few Pointers Flying into his diary each day His pen was the Pilot Always wound and chambered, a sprightly thumb waits to fire Each shot aimed to preserve subjects in the wild His preference was to capture others performing natural acts By contrast he posed with statuesque fluidity Moments in time transferred to albums No-nonsense captions scribed beneath every entry The typewriter crafting historical narratives on his custom desk Just as the machete surgically carved fresh trails for generations to follow A tenor worthy snore came only after jobs were complet e Sitting upright dreaming under an afternoon sun Cleaning every fish and still the last one to sit down for the meal A soldier’s lifelong mission in service to his fellow man Awarded medals for bravery under General Ike Courageous youth honored in his name...