Upon this day, in the autumn light, John stands proud, his spirit bright. Eighty years, a journey told, Threads of wisdom spun as gold. Surveyor of lands, with eyes that see The boundless beauty of earth and tree. Wool classer, deft with hands so kind, Soft tales of fleece in memory bind. Lecturer, guide to eager youth, In halls of learning, he spoke of truth. Father, heart of a gentle grace, In children's eyes, his love they trace. Eighty years, a tapestry grand, Woven with care by a cherished hand. Here's to John, near skies so wide, With a life of purpose, as his guide.