Within this quiet and shaded grove are written the names of
those brothers who have gone before us.

It is fitting that their names are carved into this rock
as they are so indelibly etched in our hearts and minds.

As you read these words, listen for the far off rumble of thunder.
For it is the sound of their steeds of steel streaking through the heavens.

Feel the gentle touch of the summer wind and know that
it is the warmth of the love that binds us together.

And if your eyes become misted, shed tears for yourself and not for them,
for the road they ride puts the sun in their faces and the wind at their backs.

God has blessed us to have known these souls when they were among us.
We pray he will bless us to be reunited when it is our time to take the final ride.

– Dan Waterfield –