Saturday, 1 July 2017
I wrote this poem following a reunion I attended last week.
One by one they file in
a quick cheer, insults traded
firm hard shakes, back slaps,
the call for another pint.
A roll call of sorts;
'whose arriving? when?'
Old friendships rekindle instantly
time itself rewound.
The circle and volume grow
tall tales and beers flow
onlookers eavesdrop and wonder;
for this form of friendship
is too special for ordinary folk,
these comrades share bonds
stronger then the very lives they tie.
John Carré Buchanan
25 June 2017
If you click on the link below you can listen to me read this poem.
This poem is linked to; Poets United.