eee a ct ap an oe MEMORIAL POEM iS si WRITTEN TO G. L. LYONS| Written in memory of her husband, G. L. ‘Pete’ Lyon, who was. killed two years ago today, Mrs. Lyon has submitted the poem below to The Graphic. Lyon, at the time of His death was a motorcycle patrolman for the local) police department, He was killed early in the morning, apparently when his motercycle wheel skidded in an East track. S Sixth The “THE avenue poem OLD street car follows: HOME. PLACE (and Memories) ie We're back again the Boy and me— At the old home place my dear And Oh! How strange and sad it seems— ; To come and you not here. ~ | The place is still the same in 100ks, before you went away— But ah, the memories haunt us Dear "Til at times we fain can stay. And _ still—again— It makes me happy too— Being here where every thing, Reminds us so of you, Sand-pile and swing vou “made for him— As well as things for me. While Oft’s the time you’ve niddes > In from the There’s us— big old the - China swing on oe the old. front porch— Where And. f A you hung it years here you’ve love, million times go told me I of your know. As we'd sit and watch a bright ae moon— Shining down on your mother's ~ Or flowers. talk of the things we'd like to do— For the dear little boy of ours. The long grape arbor—the vines— Above the old brick walk, Each have Altho’ their they story can not berry) of you too— talk. They lead me on to the old tool shed, And here in boyish’ scrawls, I see in ink—and chalk—and paint— Your name upon the walls. How many times the old garage— Must wonder where you are— And why you ne’re come speeding in On rootor-sike or car. ~ You used ty drive right in the yard, And cheese your mother about— Who-—liked it, ae scold s0 loud— She’d have all the neighbors out. In the house—A You've thousand made—or Remind us We cherish So of your every We reee you fF wanee are—just great done. love. one. But tho’ we’re sad—we You see a game we That we shall see you That things— fixed—or try to smile. play— afeet while— away.