
Many high tragic thoughts
Watch their own eyes.
This gray rock, standing tall
On the headland, where the seawind
Lets no tree grow,
Earthquake-proved, and signatured
By ages of storms: on its peak
A falcon has perched.

To hang in the future sky;
Not the cross, not the hive,
But this; bright power, dark peace;
Fierce consciousness joined with final
Disinterestedness;
Life with calm death; the falcon’s
Realists eyes and act
Married to the massive
Mysticism of stone,
Which failure cannot cast down
Nor success make proud.

He was an environmentalist, a bird lover, a visionary, an inspiration and a great man.

He will be missed.
2 comments:
Lovely...
Beautiful tribute Jeff.
Nicely done.
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