John was a Marine.

A Marine that you could look up too.

In all he had to do.                     

He did it with the greatest of respect.

He gave of his time too make all feel fine.

For he was noble thoughtful and kind.

In the last year when he got sick.

He almost lost his voice.

But he was a man of his word.

And finish the work he had begun.

For that was his choice.

And the work of his choice.

As he spoke through his work.

What can one say?

Of a man of this great worth.

As he lived for his work.

Just west of here on highway A.

Stands the work! Of this great man.

Not of mud or clay, or granites in any way.

But a work of art, right from the start.

For that was just Johns way.

To honor all Veterans in every way.

That will stand beyond our days.

And we have him! To thank.

For he is head of the rank.

From shore to shore.

A combat Marine.

And to him I say thanks.

Farewell my good friend.

Until we meet again.

Go with God