Isaac Memorial

This photo and poem were produced in 1998 for Isaac's 5 year memorial
 
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The year nineteen-hundred and eighty-six,
A lad of thirteen up to innocent tricks;
Brought ire to his father because of the deed
Which scarred this pine, making it bleed.

The tree a dozen older; his memorial now five,
I have often wondered, "If he was only yet alive!"
Despite Isaac's absence, I rejoice in his haven,
Knowing that he's cruisin' with Jesus in heaven!

Though none can undo that which was done,
Ire now is serenity, gazing the mark of my son!

Mount Evans Wilderness near Beartrack Lake at 11,000 feet

This short ballad was composed late during the night of August 6, 2003.  (Click here to see larger photo.)