In Loving Memory Of Jack Yates

December 18,1948 ~ January 18, 2011

From One ‘Dog’ to another 

We called each other ‘Dog’, in great disrespect

In his Alabama sweat shirt what a wreck 

We laughed we cried, we threw our wives under the bus

Most of the time just to hear them fuss 

Jack was a fisherman, competing for the trophy

If he couldn’t fish he would always get moppy 

We found humor in life, in spite of a wasted youth

We appreciated this more and more as we grew longer in tooth 

The dogs loved Jack, eating ice cream and cake

They played and ran, a great home did he make 

Jack was a ‘man’s man’, he played and worked hard

Working on his boat, or working in the yard 

Jack will be missed by friends and family galore

But Jack wouldn’t want to hurt any more 

So Jack we let you have your peace

It’s painful and sorrowful to say the least 

Go on, enjoy your time on the ‘Big Lake’

I’m sorry you had to go, but we won’t make you wait 

We love you Dog—you’ll be sorely missed

I’m glad you’re pain free, but boy am I pissed