For a Friend
When all is gone
look and you’ll find me.
When all has failed
look and you’ll find me.
When the storm is relentless
there, behind the tree,
it is there that you should look
and it is there that you will find me.
look and you’ll find me.
When all has failed
look and you’ll find me.
When the storm is relentless
there, behind the tree,
it is there that you should look
and it is there that you will find me.
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:21 AM
13 Comments:
This is absolutely horrible. It is the middle of the day and I am supposed to be setting up my business, but I am listening to Billie Holiday and bloghopping. I fast forwarded through several and stopped at yours.I don't know what to say. It's just weird to see such similar sentiments shared on a public forum. I even read the comments. (Your wife's grandma calling you butthead...caught my eye).I've written poetry on and off for many years, but only one person ever read some of it. I haven't got the courage to post any of it...mostly drivel from before the age of 20 (Don't know why I saved it all.)
Because it is a part of you. That's why you saved it.
I appreciate your words.
Sharing our experiences. Intellectual or otherwise. It's what makes us human.
Do return to read more in the future.
Thank you for kind reply to my comment.
I'm still getting used to being human.It took me 40 years, but I'm working on it.
I'm looking! Love ya!
A Friend in need is a friend indeed.
I do agree.
Amen
Simple beautiful, beautifly simple poem. It made me smile today
Smiles are good.
Thankx TJ.
I love trees, and you too James. Lots of comfort from those primal sources.
I do hope that you can feel the reciprocation, Lori. It flows within the wind, through the leaves of the trees.
Oh James I'm a child of nature and the trees bless my experience in this life. I bawled all day when the power company insisted on cutting down two of my trees, they claimed they were theirs. Funny when the ice storm hit a couple of years ago and those same trees dropped limbs on my fence and killed it, they weren't so hip to claim them then. It's okay though, I really loathe fences, except when they are used to protect kids and animals, but that's another story.
I've just been over reading your blog. You are something. You know that. An amazing specimen of our species. A damn fine, artistic, wonderful human that I'm lucky to know. I just love the way you muse about things, nature, all the same things that I think about and hold dear to my heart.
I hope to meet you some day. Nothing romantic (oh but isn't everything to some degree, on different planes and levels). Drink large mugs of coffee and have a great conversation. About the mysteries of our world, our universe, galaxies, possibly even the subatomic world. Poetry. Art. Who we are. And Becky. I want her there too. My wife, no doubt, wouldn't be far. She's amazing. I would be nothing without her. You guys are amazing too. love. love. love. I have so much love to give that I'm crazy on fire with it right now.
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