For Paul

There is a hole in the sky today

That must be filled with grief and joy.

The birds will fly more slowly now,

With wings of heavy solemnity.

Yet I do believe I see him there,

Roaming some fairway far away.

His stride is strong, his purpose true,

He seeks the cup we all pursue.

His death cannot rescind our bond 

That like a sturdy porch remains.

And while no longer lasts our search,

The wily Kamloops still fills our dreams.

Your rod; your reel they comfort me,

As I mourn a stream of yesterdays.

Paul Robinson.     1941 - 2023