In Memory of
Illustrious Brother Joseph A. Walkes Jr.

  Between Oceans and Seas, over Mountains and Hills
  Through the pastures of grass, all the valley’s stood still
  It was rocks of all sizes, some so great to describe,
  Through the quarries of stones, only one could survive
  
  From one grain of beach sand, it seemed tiny indeed
  It became to polished from what mirrors would be
  A reflection of greatness, from sun’s light ricochet
  Even midnight is brighten from the truth he conveyed
  
  Recognized as a scholar, but some had no real clue  Also known as a
  researcher, telling history’s truth
  Oh yes there was friction that some minds could not see
  The miraculous vision, a historian’s plea
  
  Digging deeper and deeper, chipping aggressively at rough stones
  As the artist’s true vision becomes reality atoned
  Teaching old and the youth, sacrificing himself
  Realizing the loneliness saving every one else
  
  So a Chapter is closed in his endless eternal book
  Understanding eternity is a mirror to look
  Reflection is powerful so long you can see
  Become the Joe Walkes, the one you can be