This poem is about class reunions.

The first one, which everyone expects to be fun ones,

Often will come across as being dum-ones,

When some try too hard to impress.

The second one is sometimes sparsely attended,

‘Cause of how the last one ended,

When many used pills for impressions intended

While showing off thrills and frills.

We have two friends who are always ready to help,

Whenever they are needed.

Knowledgeable and direction oriented,

Their advice is always heeded.

They work tirelessly and endlessly,

Until the work is done.

And my trying to keep up with their amazing pace,

Is a battle I have not won.

Words could not express the awe I felt

While kayaking down the river

After three days of rain, clouds and cold

Which seemed would last forever,

Until, that morn, the sun broke free

From that cloudy, rainy misery

And shared its warmth, no clouds to see,

Breaking through Spring fever.

My soul is awakened by the gentle nudge of a song

That has filtered into the recesses of my mind

As it mingles with the deeds of work and play.

My soul is stirred with a breath of whispered longing

When I hear the harmonizing movement

Of instruments or voices

As it dances with my thoughts.