<center>A short walk with a long time friend
In the somber silence
Of a moribund Summer morn
Taking the sun in comfortable quiet
The quiet comfort of old friends,
Of a day new-born
Taking full measure
Of such common pleasure
So rarely used as to be barely worn
The larks and the trees
The freshening breeze
The rustle of stalks of corn
Brief respite from strife
Of oft-harried life
Free and about, Nature borne
A bit of banter and then
Needs come to an end (too soon)
A short walk with
…A long time friend…
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