He was here, with such a lovely smile.

He danced across the mountains

he almost sailed across the moon.

He put these all together and made it all in tune

. he gave us experiences we all desired

but could never quite fulfill

we could only dream of them

That was of course until...

John told us of his life, everything he saw.

He told us what was in his heart

who could ask for more?

He took us to a special place

that not too many know

for only one with an open heart

would you know the way to go!

But even though he's gone

we all still know the way,

we know the route off by heart

we go there everyday

John you taught us love

and you did your best.

you did just what you had to do

So now's the time for you to rest.

So sleep now John for you know one day

all of us will be coming your way!

Below is the first poem submitted by a fellow fan.

I hope you enjoy it, as I did.

refreshing our hearts anew.

We share in his worship of Life,

experience his conviction of Love.

When I, a child of wonder,

spinning 'round and 'round

yearning for heart understood,

'Country Roads' began my journey....

spirit-questions unabound.......

answers once deep, flow....

now free.

gently, as the kiss of a dove.

His mark beckons my soul,

purges my spirit once more.

He comes to us, a chosen one,

and there will he remain,

offering to us Life's greeting,

giving himself, undisguised.

We, who hear his unyielding sign of Fire,

refuse to become shadows of Time.

When darkness temps to surround,

as we struggle for freedom not yet defined,

We listen to his spirit, singing on the Wind,

seeking Life as is meant to be,

setting steeled hearts free.

Come to a place where Dreams are born,

where eagles and horses are free.

Come with us to the 'other side'

on the Round of Time called Peace.

Chance his music, fine-tune heartstrings,

pursue his new-Spring of Hope.

Walk with him in search of Miracles....

the Nature-kind, only John can sing.

His message to us is silver........

same as in days of old,

as an hour-glass of Time........

in our hearts, will turn solid gold.

(Thank you John.

My life is richer because of you.)

BJ Haussler COPYRIGHT 1980