From a friend of mine, for our Good Captain, Lex.

My Facebook friend and Lexican Kanani Fong thought this would be appropiate. 
Unfortunately, I was unable to read it...........mainly because I was having a bit of difficulty keeping it together.
I told Kanani this and said it would be posted here. 
The email is as it was sent. 
Many Thanks to Kanani


Glen. Am very sad I can't be there today. If you want to stop in at Fullerton on your way home, let me know.
Here's the poem I picked out for today. If you want, read it aloud in your best big voice at a pub for his friends. 

The Wild Swans at Coole

By William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,   

The woodland paths are dry,

Under the October twilight the water   

Mirrors a still sky;

Upon the brimming water among the stones   

Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me   

Since I first made my count;

I saw, before I had well finished,

All suddenly mount

And scatter wheeling in great broken rings   

Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,   

And now my heart is sore.

All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,   

The first time on this shore,

The bell-beat of their wings above my head,   

Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,

They paddle in the cold

Companionable streams or climb the air;   

Their hearts have not grown old;

Passion or conquest, wander where they will,   

Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,   

Mysterious, beautiful;   

Among what rushes will they build,

By what lake's edge or pool

Delight men's eyes when I awake some day   

To find they have flown away?

Castle Argghhh! has a great post about it.
The big hat tip goes to Beth. Luv ya kid as if you were my own.
http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2012/03/yesterday_capta.html