Seems Like Old Times
Wandering back down the
paths of my mind
through aromas and
sounds of another time,
anticipation tingling
along my spine
as unseen eyes watch
every stride...
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 and friends
begin to fade
to 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;
comrades, eternally true
and tried.
© Thurman P. Woodfork
7/15/2008
For Chuck Schwiderski
and Chris Mayfield
*Stanza suggested by
Nicholas A. Andreacchio
Awarded 8/5/2009
