The diamond's dusty, dry and bare
You won't find our captain there
To take the shot off his shin
To get back up and pitch again
He's not at Wascott scouting beer
Or passing 'round a pint of cheer
Nor pounding down the sheet of ice
As Loren calls "sweep" more then twice
He isn't on the Shining lake
Nor planning for the trip he'll take
Nor is he on the dock asleep
Above the water calm and deep
He won't be listening round the table
To a team mate's doubful fable
He will not tell no more puns
Or see his pride in his two sons
You may look but you won't find
A man more generous or more kind
Tom was a man of many parts
Look! He's here within our hearts
----Irv Mossberger----