Keith Newport
Proud member of UFV's Trades & Technology family….gone, but not forgotten!

We didn’t know that morning
The calling would have your name
In life we loved you dearly
In death, we do the same

With hats and tats and smiles galore
You greeted us each day
The tools were hung with polished glaze
In the exclusive Newport way

Your motorcycles, cruiser bike,
Your mobile cooler too
Are toys you showed us now and then
That exposed the boy in you

We think of you as family
In the faculty of trades
Your wardrobe choices were divers
But mostly black with skills and blades

This family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
We’re learning to find comfort
In simply saying your name

You left us wonderful memories
You never showed us any gloom
And though we no longer see you
Your spirit remains in the tool room

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone
For part of us went with you
The day you were called home

So in your name we’ll plant a tree
With stainless plaque for all to see
A tree with colours bright in fall
A place your memories remain for all

Death leaves a heartache
That no one else can heal
But Keith, you left a memory
That no one can ever steal

Ride on, dear friend, ride on…