by Robin A Spicer
Saturday, July 12, 2003
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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 lifeís maze.
Salute to you Andre the Bard
Your words within Iíll always keep
My wish your lifeíll not be hard
Your Gods protect you while you sleep
Robin. A. Spicer © 2003-07-13
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|Reviewed by Eva Black (Reader)
|Your heart, poet, is a lake of kindness and love.
This poem bears many arcanes, which can be revealed on the
second reading. Invitations to all to look for the through value of the human being.
May your life be long and healthy.
Eva Black, BFA
|Reviewed by Margarita Caligaris (Reader)
|Waves of grace on the sea of friendship. It flows on to gratitude and harmony of fraternity.
Thank you, poet!
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was wonderful, an excellent tribute!
|Reviewed by Londis Carpenter
|Couldn't have said it better. great words of praise to a great and humble writer and mentor. Thanks Robin for this fabulous write. Just like the man himself, "Salutations" is a poem I will return to often.|
|Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme
|A great write to your mentor!|
|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|This is a Wonderful write Robin!!!