No frail memorial this,
but words cast in light,
to stand as long as there are eyes to see

by George Hatcher


And ears to hear,
and hearts that beat.
These words are carved in memory, not stone,
Not here on these hard peaks that hold their secrets;
stone is rigid, breaks.

by George Hatcher


The human spirit-
that stands strong.
We feel your presence, still.
Hear your voices
as these words we raise
to abide as long as the mountains stand

by George Hatcher


You climbed that final stair
and flew away,
but you live on,
and We rejoice in your memory.

by George Hatcher
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