In winter's embrace on Cedargirls' lane, Jon marks eighty years, both sunshine and rain. With Susan, his love, beside him so true, Through seasons they wander, life's moments they stew. On summers in Cape Cod, the waves softly call, Where memories echo, joyful and tall. Two daughters and grands, a legacy bright, Their laughter harmonizing into the night. Dogs with names beginning with C, Fill their home with love, wild and free. Popcorn, Bubba burgers, hotdogs of steak, Delighting his palate with each bite he takes. Sailing the seas, building models with care, Golfing on greens, with nary a scare. "Jeopardy!" rings, and "Wheel of Fortune do spin," America’s promise, he dreams shall begin. His MG, his treasure, though often in need, Rests in the shop, like an unbroken steed. Jon's days flow like rivers, with a gentle sway, Eighty rich journeys on a well-traveled way.