He often went a-wandering,
His knapsack on his back,
And on T.V. we followed him
Over the beaten track.
We liked to hear his nature talks
As he walked oer wood and vale,
For there was always something new
When Ollie ‘hit the trail”.
So there beside the river,
Thro’ paths he often trod
Death bid him hit another trail
The trail of peace—and God.
D. M. Gilbert (Rye Hill)
“Rye’s Own August 1968
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