In memory of
Keath J. Fortier
The horse he drove,
was not flashy or high stepping,
but steady, with more go than whoa.
Keath was like that, steadfast and brave,
with more attributes than most know,
playing the pipes and fiddle,
or as Ring Master, dressed to impress.
Happy there and of course,
with Dawn in a cart behind their horse,
always at home in house or barn,
surrounded with those he loved.
From those he left here below,
Keath O Keath we miss you so.
Glenn Van Oort
10/12/24
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