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Farewell, Enduring Old Friend

Updated on April 27, 2015

Time is near.

Old friend, enduring friend, here we are hearing the end,

Feeling the final call, and both awaiting our silent fall.

War, peace, love, and strife threaded into our lives

Strength in weave, now at dusk we must leave.

Just look.

Just feel my hand all callused and rough

As a young buck, I thought myself to be tough.

Silent you were, my only true friend. You stood,

Stronger, bolder, and wiser as any could.

Lights now dim.

Now the light dims on us, that light of life so seen.

Letting us look inside a moment to an unknown dawn.

And our pasts, well, those memories are dust and gone.

Still, we stand, at least for a moment, a flickering flame.

You were everything to me.

I loved you these years and forgot your caring name.

You were safe haven for my grandkids, seeking and mild.

And my "Lizzie" and me, our magic, silent parlor so free.

A kiss of dare. She did blush and declare.

But you simply smiled and bowed to sleep your spirit so rare.

If you are there.

Now it's our turn to walk the ledge of angels' flight

Of heartbeat fair, and honeysuckle air.

If mine eyes awake in "His" land so clean and fair,

My longing will be finished, if only, dear friend, you are there.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Touching poem Kenneth. I can relate as I too have written a number of poems about trees. Well done.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Nice imagery, Kenneth. I love this side of your literary self.

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      Kenneth Avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Jodah, good friend, thank you for your warm comment.

      As it turns out, as a lad, trees were my "safety place," for being subjected to an atmosphere of loud cursing, threats, and a mom who was afraid to stand up. I do not need to say anything else.

      But I do love trees.

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      Kenneth Avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear bravewarrior,

      "Thank you so much for the nice compliment."

      "I dabble a bit with this part of me and I would love to be in a place in my life where I could go deeper and see where I end up."

      My prayers for you to have peace and happiness.

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      Barb Johnson 2 years ago from Alaska's Kenai Peninsula

      Didn't plan on crying today, but who does. Beautiful, reaches deep Kenneth. Bless You!

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      Kenneth Avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Sweet Babbyii,

      I am so sorry that you cried over this. That was not my intention. But with due respect I say to you, "thank you, sweet friend, for leaving me such a touching comment."

      I appreciate YOU so much.

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