…Then thinking he might be ok he got out to prove That he still could and stepped out into bedlam Get away before more concrete rained
But hearing screams crossed the bridge hoping to find a way To save the children in the bus from falling Further. There was no stalling And no asking why
And in our most hallowed halls is where he is found Fighting with passion loving his land Under loads that would strike many down Always he’s given more than duty demands At the powerful it’s fun he pokes Including himself to our delight Never far from a smile or a light hearted joke Even when it’s for his death his enemies hoped
Sometimes people do the right thing After thirty five years it has been getting to be time to go But what it seemed like most would do would only throw Out all those that had helped him bring
His business thru all the rough years The sacrifice Not just
His alone. Dreams would have been dust Without their lives And tears
So now he has decided that the very thing To do is just what’s right though many would not know How. But his company will continue to grow Because he’s left it to those that have built this thing
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A tribute to Jim Dow, President of Diversified Plastics
As Bruce drifted like a phantom through the countryside He began to draw More that had become outlaw One such had come to him but came not to hide
Here his dear old friend the Lady Christian of Carrick And with her she brought her men that were mounted More than a dozen her gift
But too, she brought news against which Robert would have wished ‘Twas the tales of his family she recounted And it made him sick
Now for the first time he heard the fate of Scotland’s pride How brothers and friends were tortured and killed in the English maw How his women and beloved were caged with beds of straw For all of this Robert cried
Bridges don’t fall down Not here in the U.S.A. What can those in government possibly say Though this make them frown
Well good They should look at themselves hard And should not in the least think to spare the rod
Upon themselves while thinking of those upon whom they have trod Our officials should not be free to discard Those that have withstood
Neglect or the rising of the ground But the earth didn’t rise and this isn’t gray It was neglect that led to this calamitous day In a land where bridges don’t fall down