My friend Dick is gone, his last passage seethed in red wine
he fell to a danger so clearly seen, the rivers stream, the balance gone, the final scream
Alone at last this gregarious man, a friend indeed for half my life
He loved his home, his Portuguese friends, the place of his true root.
He loved his rivers, his inland waters
He lived a life of love and work
He trained to build the boats he loved
He brought together so many who shared his dream
He cooked and laughed with a joy so many had seen
My last whatsapp I urged him dear
To consider my thoughts, cut back a little
I told him clear, love not hate is all thats clear
I fear to dream that final scream
Mr Richard Monk, lost 5th December en passage from the shore to his ship.
Poem follows penned by Dick and mark’s English teacher at Kimbolton. It alludes to Dick’s adventures in Psychedelics, Metaphysical Poetry, Motorcycles and Ley lines, Glastonbury etc. Its best read from beginning to end with an open mind.
RIP for Dick. I had the pleasure to meet him. He really was an outstanding MAN.
Very nicely put Rob.
Skål min ven.
They found poor Dick’s body on 18th December.
Dear Libby
A real loss for me, a close friend with whine I shared a lot, more than that for you and others. He is at peace now.
Morning Elizabeth
I hope to travel down to Faro around the 10th of Feb.
Do you plan to be present?
Best
Robin