1956        2002 An Ode To My Brother Randy from Wayne Dear Child of the Wind Your sails drawn in The lights of the harbor Beckon you home. With deep sorrow in our hearts 'Tis time we part. Distant lands You're called to roam. You sailed the stormy seas When you were with us. And we watched As struggles took their toll. Dear Child of the Wind A new journey to begin. They've reached your name On the Roll.     No longer will your seas be stormy.     Peace has come your way. So we bid farewell Dear Child of the Wind. And we shall meet again someday.