The Welcomer: For Pat Goggin
Mr. Wahpeton has Gone
And so there'll no more be
The hardy welcome our old town
Has grown so used to see.
He made folks feel important,
Worth his welcome, worth his while
As with unfeigned sincerity
He warmed them with his smile,
He just loved people--you and me,
The other fella too;
Pat could find happy company
In any kind of shoes.
So now that Patrick Goggin's gone
How will the city thrive?
How will the next ambassador
Keep Pat's kind warmth alive?
Yes, Mr. Wahpeton was kind
And his rich spirit stays
A treasure bright to every mind
Where his sweet recollection plays.
Lord, with your springing cities There,
Gated with jasper, paved with gold,
Surely one needs a welcomer
To greet new comers to the fold.
May all who've known and loved him here
Someday re-meet the welcomer
As with his Kate, bright, hand-in-hand
They welcome all in Heaven's land..
Gene Pinkney (1995)
Copyright 2006 ?