4. Letter to John © Bruce Goodman 1 December 2014 |
I remember those times now, John. I remember the times we had together. We were children then; then You went on your way and I on mine. I remember all, And cannot help but think that We are children still. It is almost spring now, John, And willows have just shot Their green over the gates and water. I wrote home and asked if the bulbs We planted on the bank were flowering. Today I got a note saying they were dead. I do not know if you are dead too, My one-time-brother-pal. I do not know and never shall. Even so I mourn your passing now. The land is lonely on the farm now, John. No doubt you know the land is lonely on the farm. |