To mark the crossing of Dirger Steve and Dirger Mick Jones, I provide the following…
Here lie two brothers, stout of heart and sore of heel,
Who dared the Lyke Wake’s windswept ordeal.
Mick, first of his families name to cross the moor’s span,
And his seasoned brother Steve, a twice-walking man.
Through bog, stone, and bracken they strode side by side,
No blister nor cramp their spirits could hide.
Raise a glass to their crossing, their fellowship tight—
Two brothers, one trail, and a long, noble plight.
Yours in misery, Dirger Steve

