Olonso

Fri. 1/4/74

Dear Olonso,
The earth is only a speck of dust
In the eye of one who knows it not.

As the green grass bends with the summer rain
The thought of you, I want to see you again.
As the snow gracefully falls to the brown grass below
I think of your life, very much as the snow
Falling to brighten a sky of dark grey
But then I turn around and you've melted away
Going to stay, forever and a day
Until you come back again.

(Mr.C comments:
Make copies of these, if you please, for me. Thanks!)