Elegy on the death of John a. Clement

Upon a gentle incline sat,
A satisfied looking little Gnat
enjoying the picturesque view
of a beautiful lake, the bluest blue

Flew around , brimming with pride
finally landed on the other side.
Back home they would greet him awed,
no other gnat had flown that hard

He got thirsty, edged to the end
Careful not to slip the bend
and sipped a sweet refreshing bit
of the cold blue liquid

When a great thundering sound
followed a wave swirling around,
& before his eyes a vortex grew,
where to now there had been a rippling pool

Vainly he tried to battle the rising tide,
the waves mighty
and his shocked surprise

A human looked in and sighed
alas, Had I seen him earlier I would have tried
What a waste of god's creation
He got him so far, now I've flushed him to damnation
He fed him and gave him wings
maybe expected from him many glorious things
but in a blind minutes haste
all that has gone to waste

She walked out, smile replaced frown
as she spotted her friend turning around
And clean out of her head it went
that anguished thought of half lament
That was the last mention there ever was,
of, John a. Clement, ace flier, first class