A salute to one who gives much of his wisdom.

He sits before his keyboard
In a place I know not where
He lifts his hand to type a word,
His wisdom for to share

His words are meant to lift the soul,
Encourage us to carry on.
To tell the tales that we have told,
Write until the battles won.

His accolades flow from his thought,
He humbles me, with his praise.
Of my written works, praise not sought,
As I stumble through, this life’s maze.

Salute to you Andre the Bard
Your words within I’ll always keep
My wish your life’ll not be hard
Your Gods protect you while you sleep

Robin. A. Spicer © 2003-07-13