Memorial to Nathaniel Dobratz

On November 5, 2005 Don's nephew Nathaniel was tragedly killed.
This page is our memorial to Nathaniel.




Where the Mountains Touch the Skies
I was out in the saddle about like every other day
When down from the mountains a young rider came my way
I could tell at a glance He wasn't riding very long
yet it seemed in the saddle was right where he belonged

He told me of his father's spread where the mountains touched the sky
I could tell it was a special place by the twinkle in his eye

He said, "Look's like your busy, Dad sent me to lend a hand."
Don't worry about it now, in time you'll understand

Well his laughter was contagious as he set about each chore
And when you thought he gave it all He'd still give you more

His smile was like the lightening as it flashed across his face
And left it's tracks upon my heart that nothing can replace

He taught me many things and touched me deep inside
He touched many others too For the loop he swung was wide

I watched him chase his dreams, Young and wild and free
These are the things I'll hold When his memory comes back to me

Suddenly his work was over and he had to be on his way
And I will never forget the things I saw that day

Way off in the distance a rider joined him there
She rode with grace and daring feathers blowing in her hair

It brings me peace in knowing on the trail bound for home
These riders now that leave us Shall not ride alone

Go in peace young riders Go and claim your prize
Our paths will cross again
Where the mountains touch the skies

Written by Don Harwood,
and read at Nathaniel's Funeral by Don.
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