JOHN

Eyes open in darkness, besting the lazy sun.

Man, you were given quite something to best a birth into nothing.

Strong hands, a spirit to match, both competing, pushing each other higher. A battle thus within, you could not help but win.

Was it so obvious? Where there was nothing, man, you’d become something. And through golden days, true pipe organs played.

School and work. Was there ever a difference? Who needs a teacher, when you’re hard truth seeker?

Work, man, work. There’s a full life to carve.

Work, man, work. Full effort never starves.

It should have been obvious, where there was nothing, man, you became something. And through golden days, true pipe organs played.

Your example brought notice and demanded love from us.

We watched in awe, your hammer and saw.

Your work ethic – a universal metric!

A life built strong, we, the blessed, tagged along.

It could not be denied, where there was nothing, man, you became something. And through golden days, true pipe organs played.

Of course, bounty ensued from a life so used – and the world fell at, and under, your feet.

An honor to have known – a man so full grown.

And what a treat to know, as the sun drew low, where there was nothing, man, you became truly something. And through golden days, those true pipe organs still play.

JOHN A. MORTENSEN

1924 – 2021

2 thoughts on “”

  1. What a great tribute to such a wonderful man! He lived the dream. The memories will forever live within our souls. The pipe organ will forever play!! 💙

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