Lou J. Klaiber


My Dear friend… Woody!

I can look at your paintings
for hours
and hours… and the sorrows
are colors… shared!

… and dreams that hide the small laughter
of when we were boys,

given away to a mad world.

We returned… despite the war.

We returned…
and write…
and paint,
the memory
for all to see!

A Response to the poem, “My Choice” ~ ©Copyright 2002 by Thurman P. Woodfork