Fifty years, a road well-strung, Where boots and medals sway, David's heart beats like a drum, In fields and forests grey. Running trails with morning light, Where footsteps echo bold, And greens of golf in twilight's grace, His stories quietly unfold. In tents beneath the stars at night, Campfires warm his soul, A life of service, laughter, song, Though grammar takes its toll. With voice that carries through the breeze, An "okay" singer's throng, Today we toast to fifty years, And the heart that runs so strong.