A Shakespearian Sonnet For Gos
This day we come to celebrate a friend
Whose absence we imagine not at all
For comradeship like this should never end
Though mighty stands the tree before its fall.
Adventure seemed to be our daily fare
For frequently our path was overgrown,
With sturdy backs we leaned into each dare,
And never dreamt of dreams without a moan.
Oh seasoned friend, by harshest climbs proved true,
May heaven grace the place you find your rest
The wind be at your back through all you do
For in my book you’ve aced out earthly test.
If I should live until eternity
There’ll always be a part of you in me.
Brian Johnston
May 30, 2016
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