In memory of III

A very close childhood friend of mine died suddenly one year ago today.  This poem is in his honor. Sam McCarty Murphy III.   March 8, 1962- Sept 19, 2015
He was a true outdoors man.

We Remember Him

As the beauty of nature is all around,
The memories of him can always be found,
We remember him during twilight hours,
When the sun rises up and there's dew on the flowers,
We remember him when the sun is high,
But the white fluffy clouds are low in the sky,
We remember him as the afternoon breeze,
Brings a fresh breath of air with the sway of the trees,
We remember him in the smallest of things,
From the rocks on the ground to the songbirds that sing,
Our thoughts of him will not stop,
Like the haze lingers up on the mountain top,
His memory lives where he found joy,
Ever since he was a boy,
As the beauty of nature is all around,
The memories of him can always be found.

Tammy Harvey  

written:  9/28/2015