Richard Addison Rambo

To leave the woes of troubled souls behind me far below.

I'd listen to the song of birds and sail in endless flight,

Then chase the sun through cloudy paths and play with stars at night.

The boundless heavens for my home, the breeze to lift me high

To rise above my mortal bonds and never truly die.

Knowing I had found the way to trails where angels trod,

And when my wings could fly no more, I'd take the hand of God.

-C. David Hay

Arrangements under the direction of Draper Mortuary, Ontario, CA.