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An Old Sketch of My Friend (dedicated to the memory of our dearest friend Paddy)

There was a tree by the river.

There he used to stand alone like a rover.

Touching the water with such a longing.

Emitting his true love and feelings.

 

Last leaves of autumn were falling.

And he breathed the sweetness of the air as he swaggered along the river.

He said his grace as snow started to fall.

Like a million stars of silver.

 

I found his footprints in the snow.

I followed him among the blackening trees into the forest.

I saw him standing there by the water and i had always known.

Among these trees, by the river he wanted to rest.

 

He turned around and stared at me for a while.

He walked closer toward me and smiled.

I felt happy as if i had caught a hare with my own hands.

He carried me on his shoulder as he ran.

 

I felt his hair on my face.

I felt his heartbeat as we raced.

I felt such a child's whim.

I felt myself in him.

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Written by
galman-frederick-ferguson
Irish
Published
Feb 4, 2011
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Paddy you're one of the best here to find...you inspired us all...forever in our hearts

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