Ode to Walker

Since my dear friend Walker has been missing my posts these nine days, (see comments on my April 5th post for reference) I thought I would throw him a proverbial bone. So, without further ado, my Ode to Walker.

Walker, Walker, walky Pfost,

Out of all my guy friends, you are the most

clever with words, I do believe!

Your poetry blog is the bees knees.

You live in Korea, oh so far away,

A place with some snow (who knew?!) where you play

with kids! And teach them English, to boot,

Oh, WPf, you are such a hoot.

I visited your old home last weekend, it's true,

The Vista House is bursting with vibrant hues,

The colors of spring! Pink, periwinkle, and green,

So deeply peaceful. You know what I mean.

I was reminded of the time when you fixed my car,

I had left the top down and it rained so hard

My seats were soaked! You found a fan in a blink,

If not for you they'd still be damp, I do think.

Oh, WPf, what a pal! What a guy!

Watching Kite Runner, I thought I was sly,

As I slept through it all! But you knew, yes you did.

A friend like you really flips my lid.