William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

My Friend Rae

My friend Rae

On 13th, day, 3rd, month, 1973, I lost Rae.
I was 30 years old on that sad, fateful day.

30 years later, on a river, I relived that time.
On a bolder, I told him to let go, in a rhyme,

it was time to depart, let go of the pain.
Spirit wondering here, nothing to gain.

Forty six years have now past, I pray
his Soul, in this dimension , did not stay.

That he is no longer wandering the river, Grand.
That he is at peace, among the angles he doth stand.

B. J. “A ” 2
March 13th, 2019

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Line Gauthier March 13, 2019 at 5:44 PM Touching poem, William. William J. Jr. Atfield March 13, 2019 at 7:02 PM Wm. J. Atfield Jr. [email protected] Wednesday March 13th, 2019, at 4:57 PM Thank you Line Gauthier, for stopping by, for reading my stuff and for commenting on it . Sometimes one has to wonder why ???, I survived the canoeing accident and my Friend did not. Anyway, Line Gauthier, every once in a while one has to face history, face the past and pay tribute to a fallen comrade. After many a year the time was now . B. J. “A ” 2