BOB JOHNSTON
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Funeral at Banjul Christian Cemetery
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The Gambia - January 17th 2015

POEMS

Bob's Sister Doris asked for this beautiful verse
by Mary Elizabeth Frye to be read out:

   A Thousand Winds
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die

Set to music by Katherine Jenkins

Bob's daughter Jo-ann suggested this poem by W.H. Davies
as being a very apt description of Bob's outlook on life:

                 Leisure

    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare ?
    No time to stand beneath the boughs,
    And stare as long as sheep and cows:

    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

    No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance:

    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began ?

    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

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