I walked on the water at Walden Pond
with Bob Dylan, Henry David Thoreau,
and Jesus Christ.
In the bright autumn sun
we crossed from one shore
to the other.
Looking up,
I saw the sky laced
with fragments of clouds
sewn into the splendor
of the day.
"Hey, Henry!" I yelled,
"Now I know why you
love this place so much!"
He turned to smile broadly
but said nothing.
"How come we couldn't
always do this?" I asked.
"You always could!" said Jesus,
"You just didn't believe it."
"Yeah, it took me awhile
to get the hang of it," said Dylan,
"but now it's easy."
Bobby Jameson September 10, 2011
Reading this,I said to myself..He got it.He really finally did.he is happy now and he was and always will be a friend to me.If he did not write this and I did not see it?I would have thought anything I said to him was unused.He knew.His writing has not stopped even after death..Peace Bobby.
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