Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Forty times three is the length to thee, and
Many more besides have you flown. Now by
Air must I travel, you to espy, land;
Must I also unravel to you, try
As fools do, explain what friendship does?
To explain that which is, and what it was?
I shall try, must endeavor. Clever, why,
Oh why is it cleverly hid inside
A vast laid out history! With a sigh
And a huff, and a towering puff, pride
Must give way to vulnerability;
That oft comes across as Gentility.
Know then that friendship is but constancy,
That holds together friends, quite merrily.

                                           Constancy, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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