Such firmness lies within a ripple in time;
In glimmers of echoes whispering near
And far to the shores, as its sentiments shine
To swell in the oceans and rest at the pier.
A strange sense of leaving within its outreach
Lives true forever; fades not from the lake,
But lives in the splendour to live and to teach
In guiding us forth in its silvery wake:
A wake to skim above these babbling brooks
And chortle with life under his tutelage;
To calm restless oceans, but not overlook
Their own course and mission as he turns the page.
As we run for the water and wave to the sea,
Our farewell salute holds a last 'Tick V.G!'