All but one had been invited,

Vision aided, the open sighted,

An empty place for those held dear,

& those who were unable to hear,

A Monday dawning, a new age,

Field’s reaped, dear departed sage,

Dan a messenger, both old & new,

Ground us, & remind is of what is due

Listening like Oxford dons know,

Preparing the ground in which to sow,

Andrea & Tim are now at peace,

Baton pioneers have all moved on,

Change the culture, cure our land,

 Change the world, by our fair hand,