Goodbye My Friend

Goodbye My Friend

 

So long old friend white beard flung

in dead winter drifts

I’ll miss your song

sung in campfires and long journeys

to places undiscovered

you the poet of the common man

you the carver of hard wood

from forests filled with Oak and Cherry

destined for greatness

may the good earth grow a tree

where you rest your weary soul

deep in the bowels of eternity.