Thurman P. Woodfork

SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES

Awarded: August 6, 2009Returning along the paths of my mind
through aromas and sounds of another time,
anticipatory tingles along the spine
as though unseen eyes watch every stride…

Old friends have come to visit once more,
I see familiar forms approach my door;
yes, they’re the ones I was waiting for,
and I warmly welcome them inside.

We sit and commune, one with the other,
recalling the events that made us brothers
despite being sons of different mothers
and my heart is filled with pride.

The moon goes down as friends begin to fade
and start their return to that misty glade
laughter trails behind in a happy cascade
I’ll not fear when it’s my time to ride.*

One of these days, we’ll all leave together
across battlefields now covered in heather
united in bonds nothing human could sever;
companions, eternally true and tried.

Author’s Note: For Chuck Schwiderski and Chris Mayfield: *Stanza suggested by Nicholas A. Andreacchio