An old friend long bidden but forever shy
This afternoon, soft-spoken, timid, came by.
The impatient hands of the prying clock
And heavy limbs that used to mock,
Stepped aside, let old familiarity pass
A torch held high and nature unmasked.
So that all our fears, that were once at play
Beneath our feet, now trampled lay.
And settled in our yearnng hearts once more
So that this will always be our chosen shore.