In the morning's gentle light, Sam stands tall, An oak at eighty, wise and steady as stone. With a golf club in hand, a dance with fate's call, He swings through fields where memories have grown. Gardens bloom beneath his well-tended care, Roses rise to greet the sun's warm embrace. His laughter, a melody soft on the air, Life's simple joys he continues to chase. With Carlisle United, his heart beats so bright, When brothers unite, their voices sing, Together they cheer, a passion alight, In love and in unity, their bond takes wing. Here's to Sam, a journey both timeless and grand, A life filled with stories carved gently by hand.