Farewell, David Lambert

My fine, irreverent friend has died,
Yet not for David

Are these tears I spill;
As he has surely gone

To where his sidewalks
Will be constant

Mended.

They're for that ‘wounded ago!
Part of me

Which, in his wisdom he discerned
And then, so sweetly,

Tended.

We gather now at Ryder Lake
To press the hands of David's Kin;
To grieve, to laugh,
To raise a glass
As we "Remember when! -
We, whom he oft
Befriended.

Midst cream cans of daisies
And hugh black-eyed Susans, as
Three generations of family and friends
Gaze on his pots, his poems, his prints,
We find in our hearts
That the pain now with joy has been
Blended.

Jean Fahrni - Jury 27, 1985
Past. President
B.C. Potters Guild