When life is not so much climbing hills , more like a mounting range,

Fore each two steps , you slip back one, wade down with a back pack of

worry's,

Out of the corner of your eye,you catch site of a stranger,who flashes you a

Smile,

You give a torched smile back , lift your tired arm , return a wave to the

Stranger,

'' Don't know about you mate'' , the stranger says , '' But I'm knackered'' , ''

fancy a brew , how about you?''

Afore you know it your both colecking firewood , built a fire , kettle a boiling

steam rising , both chatting less and less strangers, becoming friends,

Sitting legs crost , sipping the boiling hot tea from an old chipped tin cup's,

Sheering the brew of friendship , exchanging story's , telling jokes

Tears from laughing running down our faces ,

shearing each others life's experiences ,

Relaxing now in each others company,

Ackes and pains of mind and body ease away , life not so bad after all,

The stranger , smiles , '' how about a tune , old feller'' , on saying that the,

Stranger pulls an a harmonica , and starts to play, as you listen , you feil

So sleepy afore you know it your your sound asleep , the music fills your

Tired but happy in mind,

You awake to find you are alone , the camp fire all banked up , kettle sat

their,

Boiling , steam gently rising , you look all around , but yes you are alone ,

You feil down , then you reach for your cup , you see a scrap of paper under it,

Then you pore the tea out and sip , you read the note :

''Good morning mate'' , ''Thought you'd enjoy a morning cupper'' , '' I had to

go mate , my day dreams await me further on''

'' you were sound a kip '' , '' from your smiling, I could see you were a dreaming

You were a dreaming'' ,'' I bet she is sweet''

'' Tar fore stopping ,and being a friend , catch you laiter , my freind''

Never herd the stranger go , never had a chance to say thank your friend,

Tho you know, you just know you'll meet the stranger again when you need a

Friend, THE ,THAT friend the most.

Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )


( copy righted)