Tuesday, March 15, 2022


Rainwater Jim, was my father's friend
I remember animals surrounding him
Kid goats in gardens, and peacocks in pens
They'd chase us and race us when visiting them
Just 42 when, Jim left here again
A part of his heart must have closed or broken
In heaven to mend, through showers he sends
His eccentric friendship and good-natured grin

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