Thursday, November 29, 2012

A Poem for Curtis

I stumbled upon this poem today...

Listen to the wind.  The rustle of the trees.
The laughter of the loon. Floating on the breeze.
A storm of vicous intent, a gentle healing rain.
You will hear my voice call to you, again, again and again.
I will never be far away, in the the first rays of dawn's precious light.
And when you lie down to sleep, say a prayer for me and memory keep.
Always let laughter flow, for me my friends, never weep.

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