Mr. Edwin Barry Moore Retired Metal Worker Norwood, GA - Mr. Edwin Barry Moore, age 68 of Lithonia Church Rd. died Monday, March 17, 2014 at his residence. Graveside funeral services will be held at 2:00 P.M. Friday, March 21, 2014 at Scruggs Cemetery with Rev. Tommy Harwell officiating. Mr. Moore a native of Wilkes County, GA , was a life long resident of Warren County, GA. He was the son of the late Barney Mack and Lois Finch Moore. Edwin was a graduate of the University of GA with a masters degree in languages of which he spoke 5 fluently. A U. S. Marine Corp veteran of Vietnam, Mr. Moore received the Vietnam Campaign medal. Edwin was also a third degree black belt (learned during his deployment in Okinawa). Mr. Moore, throughout his life, was an avid lover of the outdoors and the written word. Those who met him would invariably part with and entertaining tale and some of Mr. Moore's wisdom. At the age of 17 years he wrote and published a book of poetry, entitled Communion. He was a member of Norwood Baptist Church. Survivors include two sisters, Lena M. Fleischhacker, Kalamazoo, MI, Dorothy R. Robertson, Norwood, GA, three brothers, Barney M. (Angie) Moore, Jr. Atlanta, GA, William A. Moore, Calhoun, GA, and Grady C. (Shirley) Moore, Norwood, GA, four nieces and four nephews. Mr. Moore was preceded in death by a brother in law, Charles Robertson, a sister in law, Mary Anne Moore, and two nephews, Scotty Miller and Barry McCoy. The family will receive friends from 6:00 to 8:00 P.M. Thursday evening March 20, 2014, at Lowe Funeral Home. Please visit www.lowefuneralhomes.net to sign the online guestbook. Lowe Funeral Home, 77 W Gibson St. Warrenton, Georgia (706) 465-3333. From Communion: A SONG OF SPRING Oh, bless the god who bade me sing About the blessings of sweet spring! Of sunlit meadows, green and bright And strewn with flowers laved in light, Of folds of fleece lambs at play All gently fondled by the day, Of cotton clouds up in the sky, And silent specter wafting by, Of rippling river plying prone, Of lazy lizards on a stone, Of robins singing in the trees, And of happy hymns of busy bees; Of leaflets fresh as morning dew, And youth embracing all I view... Of gentle sunsets, sad and still, And wailings of a Whipporwill... O God, If loving these be wrong, Then I offend my soul with song, Though loving life and being free, Is all that heaven means to me!