Steve Shaw, a man of strings and song, In memories sweet, he'll forever belong. Husband, dad, stepdad, grandad, with love he'd imbue, His laughter, his tunes, forever anew. In the Carnforth’s breeze, he'd find his stride, In France's charm, his spirit would glide. With a whiskey in hand, and his guitar in tow, His melody lives on, in hearts aglow.