Troop 53
Remembers
A Different Trail
A brother has fallen.
A son of earth has been called away.
When will we meet again?
When will our trails cross?
We carry your memory in our hearts.
We remember you in our mind's eye.
Will you guide us at the river crossing?
Will we see you again in the high mountain meadow?
Will you gather with us at the council fire?
Will we see you on the ridge trail?
As time is reckoned, we will soon meet.
Long days are between us now.
Farewell my brother, my son.
We'll meet 'round the bend when our trails finally cross.
Now hike on your different trail.
We will walk apart from you for a time.
— James A. Dereign
In memory of Greg Sarmiento,
February 6, 1990 - March 13, 2003