FOR KEVIN CROUCH - ENGINE DRIVER

You drove an engine, a beautiful machine,
'Twas glowing and red, 'twas a childhood dream.
In 'Hercules' you rode the line,
A man of pride in your glorious prime.
You died so young we can barely believe,
And there are many here who will cry and grieve.
But it must be said, though this hour be tragic,
That you dwell in peace in a land of magic.
For you lived and died doing what you loved best,
And few men achieve this, the ultimate quest.
So rest in glory 'cos your legacy lives,
In this place of wonder, the best the world gives.

Jayl - Man 'O' The Marsh - August 2003