Shades
of a Friend
As
I look out over the vast valley…
And,
see the beauty there before me…
I
wonder of a friend…
And
call out her name…
I
look at the sky and await an answer…
As
the sun begins to set…
The
colors begin to form…
Going
from blue to all shades of orange…
I
sit in awe…
Only
wishing I had a friend…
To
share it with me…
So
the Woodsman, this day picks up his ax…
And
heads for home…
But,
his thoughts remain for a friend…
Woodsman
This is the
very first poem of Woody's that I was fortunate enough to read…
It still
makes me cry…
Thank you
Randy…
Blackwidow
