Thurman P. Woodfork
SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES
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.
©Copyright July 15, 2008 by Thurman P. Woodfork
Author’s Note: For Chuck Schwiderski and Chris Mayfield: *Stanza suggested by Nicholas A. Andreacchio