A Walk in the Forest.

This piece of writing was originally written in 1999 after a good friend of mine Gordon Johnson passed away after a fight with cancer. Gordon and I would often sit around his outdoor table at Norton Summit, he smoking a cigarette and the both of us with a glass of wine in hand.

When my brother Rick died in 2001, I rewrote some of the words and hence the writing ends with 'my brother, we'll miss your life'.

A Walk in the Forest

I walk alone this Spring day, to try and take the pain away

That comes and goes and seldom pray, my long and lonely life

I watched the birches sweep and sway, and imagined you hadn’t gone away

You bought life to me and sun to bay, you were the closest to my life

Of whispered smiles and love to bear, and dreams of times and rest and share

Music counting your blessings we care, my seldom troubled life

With gentle laugh and wine at hand, a heart and soul for every man

Brighten shadows of our green land, a simple man of life

Autumn leaves and sun on ground, through clouds that drift in time abound

I listen for a voice, a sound, missing the rest of life

Spring this time has won it’s race, I look for you, a familiar face

I only see the missing place, a dinner table without a life

A chosen path, a seldom few, that get so close to me and you

And share a time, my friend your due, too young to leave this life

I seldom wish for God in past, I only wished that time had passed

A little slower to make it last, my brother, we’ll miss your life.

#loss #passing