Lightning flashes,
Rolling thunder,
Australian connections,
A muse down under.
Reading his, Kelly's
And more,
A poetry calling,
At our core.
Friends, so willing,
The shining few,
Kindred spirits,
Before we knew.
Somewhat older,
The other younger,
Fill my soul,
Cause me to hunger.
The greatest gift,
A friend to be,
And all I have
To be, is me.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herbert/
