Friend

......OLD SOULS IN THIS LIFE TRAVEL TO MANY A PLACE,
SOME OLD, SOME NEW.....WE WILL ENCOUNTER THEIR FACE.
......FAMILIAR ARE SOME, WE'VE SEEN THEM BEFORE
SOME VERY REAL AND SOME FROM FOLK LORE.
......RESPECTFUL OF ALL, AS THEIR PATH, IS THEIR OWN
STRENGTH AND WISDOM EMBRACED ON WEATHERED FACES SHOWN
......LIKE FEATHERS....SOULS FLOAT AWAY ON THE WIND
OTHERS STURDY AND STEADFAST ....REMAIN TO THE END
......WHETHER HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME OR MANY TIMES PAST
WE SHARE OUR LEARNED LESSONS AND FOREVER THEY LAST.
......THE JOURNEY MADE SWEETER AS A FRIENDSHIP WE HOLD
NEVER COUNTING IT'S WEALTH IN SILVER OR GOLD...
......FRIENDS WE HOLD SACRED, AS THERE ARE SO FEW

I'M BLESSED IN THIS LIFETIME TO CONSIDER ONE YOU.........IMG_20180222_161008.jpg

poem writing by my wife Mary Lynn

photo by---Southwest Indian Foundation
P.O. box 86
Gallup, New Mexico 87302-0001