Jaunty Robert Timmons, broadly moon smiling and a jester’s word for all Outlasted the covid but foundered, humpty dumpty, on a fall Renaissance man, mastered chemistry, raised six kids, and otherwise learned his goats   from his sheep Dealt hands of bridge, lifted his bass voice in church choirs, and labored endlessly in   vegetable gardens their bounty to reap At 91, recognized that his run was done, and living less fun, still struggled for more Presided over an Old Folks Sunday Breakfast Club, mixing reminiscence, commentary,   humor and regional lore As reserve, ascended to the pilot’s seat and filed a flight plan to God’s celestial shore Following the path of beloved Juanita, who, one bright morning, flew away, Hallelujah.

Jim Hanscom Harrisonburg  July 4, 2020