The Rawle-ing Stone

 

 

 

 

A stone that Rawle-s collects no moss,
For he has better things to gather
Along those skyways, and across,
At any time, in any weather.

 

He gathers roads by miles and miles,
But most importantly and ably,
He gathers friends and their smiles,
While also doing quite some cabling.

 

By his beliefs, and jokes, and pride,
He’s English and a little Russian.
He forges on with, by his side,
His guarding angel known as Sasha.

 

So, here‘s to you, our Rawle-ing Stone!
In spite of all life’s throws and tosses,
You’ve chosen well the things to own -
Let someone else collect those mosses.
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