Monday, November 30, 2020

Farewell to an Old Comrade - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Farewell to an Old Comrade

 

He yaf not of that text a pulled hen

That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men

 

-Chaucer, Prologue, 177-178

 

A man visits his pal in the hospice room

Two great old pals, best friends from boyhood

In school and in the Army together

Best men at each other’s weddings long ago

 

Hunting trips, laughter, campfires, and coffee

They tramped the woods and fields into old age

Until the arthritis house-bound them at last

But, peace:

A good man whispers farewell to his dying friend:

 

“I remember our tramps through the mists on the moors –

And can I have that fine old Purdey of yours?”

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