I remember a gentle little boy with beautiful blue eyes and a charming smile. I would like to share these verses by the poet John Clare. "I loved the winds when I was young, When life was dear to me; I loved the song which nature sung, Endearing liberty; I loved the wood, the vale, the stream, For there my boyhood used to dream. There even toil itself was play; 'Twas pleasure e'en to weep; 'Twas joy to think of dreams by day, The beautiful of sleep. When shall I see the wood and plain, And dream those happy dreams again?" I hope that you are dreaming those happy dreams now William. Be at peace. Fondly remembered by your teacher, Michelle Gregory