From Jerbourg cliffs the morning sun
gleams soft across the bay
We gather here at Moulin Huet
this sad, fulfilling day.
Ashes float and sparkle
the proud sun picks them out
Affirming this was one of us
a Guernseyman throughout.
He left his heritage a while
But came back home to die.
Ashes on the water
"C'est bien" the wavelets sigh.
Tony Gardner
