The years are many and our paths have since strayed afar
But we both know in a way that needs not be said
That our bond was forged like a winters constellation of stars
No matter where our lives subsequently led
My tumbling thoughts brought on by these recent times
Try to pull sense from the stories of our lives
A connection woven with a silk so fine
A common start in life that enabled us both to thrive
And as I write, my mind takes flight to the past
And settles on that day you chased me down the lane
No hands on handlebars or brakes - we went so fast!
Our fearless dares, my mind alive reliving it again
And then how we braved mysterious boundaries of our land
Boyhood adventures of hidden streams and spooky wood
Through muddy fields in the changing seasons we both ran
Penknife sharpening arrows, my dreams of being Robin Hood
Our planes aloft in cobalt blue summer skies
The lush green hedgerows and laughter from tanned faces
The garden\'s harvest, the moths and butterflies
My pining recollection now joyously retraces
And how our Dad ignored our secret den
Pretending to be oblivious as his mowing closely came
Our regiment\'s flags and badges, made with cardboard and vivid colouring pens
The Magpies and the Lookouts were our never-to-be-spoken names
Our two minds on this planet Earth, with memories that only we could know
These treasures in my heart I shall always carefully store
It\'s hard to accept that this deepest connection must soon painfully go
And you will no longer be here to share them anymore