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  • WHEN I THINK OF YOU 

     
    When I think of you
    I see the deep leather face of the book
    "Wild Horses", embossed in gold –
    the first I remember reading with you.
    And the great arms of the elm tree
    enclosing me.
    Sunlight fingering your face through the leaves,
    your laughing eyes.
      
    When I think of you,
    I hear your soft steps 
    in time with the lap of the waves,
    strolling beside me
    your presence steady and true,
    defending me with your faith
    in my hopes and my plans.

    When I think of you,
    I hear your voice gruff in my ear
    through the roar of the of the plain,
    holding my shaking hands,
    whispering, "Go To Freedom,"
    before you released the
    parachute I was tied to –
    My first jump.
    Heaven!

     When I think of you,
    I stand straight and proud
    for the honor at the core of you,
    your compassion.
    Your keen sense of justice.
    My smile lights as I recall your tales: 
    running down mount Kilimanjaro!
    Arms akimbo, incensed by
    the sweet thin air.
     WHEN I THINK OF YOU 

     
    When I think of you
    I see the deep leather face of the book
    "Wild Horses", embossed in gold –
    the first I remember reading with you.
    And the great arms of the elm tree
    enclosing me.
    Sunlight fingering your face through the leaves,
    your laughing eyes.
      
    When I think of you,
    I hear your soft steps 
    in time with the lap of the waves,
    strolling beside me
    your presence steady and true,
    defending me with your faith
    in my hopes and my plans.

    When I think of you,
    I hear your voice gruff in my ear
    through the roar of the of the plain,
    holding my shaking hands,
    whispering, "Go To Freedom,"
    before you released the
    parachute I was tied to –
    My first jump.
    Heaven!

     When I think of you,
    I stand straight and proud
    for the honor at the core of you,
    your compassion.
    Your keen sense of justice.
    My smile lights as I recall your tales: 
    running down mount Kilimanjaro!
    Arms akimbo, incensed by
    the sweet thin air.
     
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