Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Trapper,
We wish you a fond farewell and we know that you are in God’s special place and resting peacefully, and enjoying the company of those that left before you, Basil, Monte, “the Jit man” and Marjorie, you were a great friend to us all and we will miss you!

Rest in peace my brother!
Steven Kelly