Sunday, January 18, 2015


     The house is gone where Hayward used to live,
     A generous old fellow now passed on,
     Departing with few foibles to forgive,
     And for his charity a paragon.

     A captain in our Navy in the War,
     He sailed both oceans, having to endure
     Strafing and torpedoes by the score,
     Harsh memories no passing years could cure.

     Then, decades on, covert intelligence
     Regarding Myanmar became his game:
     A tourist in Thailand was his pretense,
     But liberating Burma was his aim—

          A mission that has finally met success,
          And Hayward lived to share that happiness.