“A letter to a very young friend”
Dear Zeb,
The bad times they a-turning now
Like in the good old days of yore
Days free from deceit
Replete with the revelry of joy in my feet
Makes me be laughingly sweet
No need to be crying
To a neighbor lady down the street
How’d in the name of God,
You and yours, and me
To all around our town
Ever able to bring this virus down
Somehow managed, brought back
All people brightly bristling
While neighbors shared coffee
And sinfully fattening doughnuts
Sugaring, glistening
The bad games are almost over now
Remember how it was
Walking together in the sun
Take what’s left, my boy
It’s about done…
Strength! …We’ll need it again
Not time to be still…
So much work for all of us
The magic of each American’s soul
Remains strong… stalwart…
Forged with freedoms glow…
For all who have wept…
A sweet backdrop of light
Yours Forever
In the sun
Please say hello to anyone who knows me.
Your older friend,
Barvey
…and sorry for the ‘kinds of writing I do.
