SPARRING

 

A click on his name, a request for a game

And soon we were playing together

But aside from the game, we both had the same

Interests, like birds of a feather.

 

So flocking we two, discovering anew

That lighthearted banter empowers

Music,poetry, books-- cooking too

Were topics we spoke on for hours.

 

Old fashioned was he, seemed royalty

I soon discovered his blood blue

From a long line of kings, he was bonnie to me

Twas from Scotland he'd inherited virtue.

 

Quaint that a man who, at his best

Was gentle, yet firm in his standing

Though he was proud, he spoke carefully, lest

I'd perceive him as crass and demanding

 

This new friend of mine, I soon was to find

Had compassion within, ever lurking

In all that he did, he was quick to remind,

His duty he’d never be shirking

 

With gusto and verve and all of his might

He’d tackle the least undertaking

Till beholding the sight, not to sound trite

'Twas honed to fine art in the making

 

I pray that the Lord will strengthen this cord

For a two fold cord can't be broken

And bless from above, my friend with His love

For encouraging words he has spoken

 

Bonnie, August 15, 2007.