A turkey, the owls and the tree frogs
were our companions.

Two men,
old friends,
white tops

recalling
fond days
and lost days.

Thinking –
one of a bachelor’s life,
the other of a lovely wife.

Companions – friends – brothers,
joined by Providence,
abiding by choice.

Thankful
for Uncle Dave,
for Coldwater Creek.

In awe of God
and His nature.
Of it; in it.

Two friends for forty years,
sitting in the Appalachian dusk.

© Michael M. Barrick, 2012.