WOODWARD Robert

WOODWARD

(ROBERT ARTHUR)17.6.2001 Bones of your bones, and Flesh of your flesh

You are no more; beyond mortal reach

Dissolved into ashes, never more to speak

Bequeathed to Kings Park, endless peace.

So, of us ... ... distant in presence, invisible in grief Words soundless await release

Does your soul take you by us in your journey of peace?

Diane and Joy