David, by Ruth Bruce (October 2011)

Your love of nature touched us all,
from the screech and cry of the soaring kite,
to the bark of a fox in the dead of night.

An artist's eye saw things we don't see,
the sparkle and ripple of a mountain loch's water,
and the detail in a drawing by your little granddaughter.

Tinkering with cars, you knew all the tricks,
always with a jerry can to help out in a fix.

Your tendency for lateness sometimes caused frustration,
especially if someone was waiting at the station!

All of these things made you unique,
and you won' be forgotten in an our, or a week.

So take comfort my friends, you have nothing to fear,
for David will always be with us here.