On England's soil, Fraser first drew breath, A gentle start upon a new life's path. But Scotland calls, its lands he claims as home, Where hills embrace the sky and rivers roam. Sixty years dance by with whispered grace, In fields of green where noble games take place. With club in hand, he walks the morning dew, Each swing a testament to dreams come true. The fairways stretch beneath a Highland sky, While echoes of his laughter drift and fly. A life well-lived, with stories rich and grand, As Fraser ages, heart and soul expand. Here's to the journeys, woven far and near— To England's roots, and Scotland's rugged cheer. May every birthday bring him joy and light, A tapestry of life, both bold and bright.