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DAVID John Kjar Non-Professional Honorable Mention Poetry The mem'ry of a man hangs upon my mind Like morning mist on mountain peak. The thought of him I oft' do seek Like snows that blow; and blind Do fall. Thoughts that oft' invoke A smile, a tear, a sigh or such. As winds that seem to pry and poke. Or sun whose rays reach out to touch. Gentle, autumn breeze doth blow, And sunlight fills my soul, at thought Of days now past, which mem'ry sought. In which not just a few Fond recollections ling'ring near Of one who shaped life's form anew. With happy heart clear full of cheer. He changed the world in which he lived. He lived, he loved, and loved was he By all who kept his company. David Kjar 1938-1991 - Courtesy John Kjar 58 |
