A Friend of Mine – Michael T. Smith

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I went and saw a friend of mine
We went outside to play
In fields of haughty woodbine,
Sun cresting at midday

But soon the shadows all around
Had made the dusk the queen
And my friend made a soft sound.
(Do you know what I mean?)

“A spirit,” he said, pointing out
Some tall and grassy knoll.
“A certain part, a hot bout
Of the past’s forlorn toll.”

So heel to heel we walked along
Humming a gentle song.
But as I stared and looked ‘round

My friend, nowhere, was he found.

About the contributor:  Michael T. Smith is an Assistant Professor of English who teaches both writing and film courses. He has published over 150 pieces (poetry and prose) in over 80 different journals. He loves to travel.

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