Our shoes have walked this way before
in and out the cyber door
friendships forged in solid gold
to have, to hold for centuries told
As foot prints left in old bogs
dry to leave a deep impression
so a friend's poetry binds
the years of loyal support
offered with a poetic twist
affections with deep respect
one poet to another
Welcome back my friend of old
who comes on cat paws in the night
to leave treasures of the word
then silently slip back into the
blackness of night
leaving visages of night time visits
bentfeather
So glad you're back on line.
