Vsr Poem by Michael B. Ventura

It was then in a bleak October,
When I first greeted the warmth of his gaze's glitter,
Meeting a man, in his craft, he is a master,
A great and wise architect like no other.

A sapient and great mentor,
Wise coach, guide and counselor,
Your inputs had been really a great factor,
of you being a foundation in our chapter's core.

Though your visions are grand and iconic,
As intricate and involute as the order ionic,
They are founded through the fundamental basics,
Which are designed to serve the general public.

Your ideas don't focus on one component alone,
Centered not only on the corinthian's fleuron,
Nor eyed on just the doorway scrolls, ancone,
But are composed perfectly just like the Parthenon.

Sir Bong, you're one of our group's passionate leader,
All of your teachings, we'll always remember,
And the flame that sprung from that warm gaze's glitter,
Which I had felt in that bleak October,
Will be shared to others and will burn forever.