John T. Baker, Puffs Of Smoke</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=42.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Puffs Of Smoke</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Like puffs of smoke old friends now disappear;<br>They drift upon the wind and then are gone,<br>Dispatched, perhaps, to scout some new frontier,<br>While I, bereft, can only journey on.<br>Each waking night I vainly call the roll;<br>I summon Tom and Wayne and Jim and John;<br>When comes no word, no answer to console,<br>I breathe a toast, then sadly journey on.<br>For who can say how far we have to go?<br>The master plan unfolds as it was drawn;<br>The ending is not given us to know,<br>To find our fate we all must journey on.<br>It matters not how many friends we've known,<br>We travel life increasingly alone.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>