
<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><a href="https://internetpoem.com/madison-julius-cawein/comradery-poem/" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 26pt; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: rgb(84, 130, 53); text-decoration: none;">Comradery</span></a><div dir="ltr"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">by Madison Julius Cawein<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 19.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With eyes hand-arched he looks into<br>The <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/morning/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">morning</span></a>'s <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/face/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">face</span></a>; then turns <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/away/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">away</span></a><br>With truant feet, all wet with dew,<br>Out for a <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/holiday/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">holiday</span></a>.<br><br>The hill brook sings; incessant stars,<br>Foam-fashioned, on its restless breast;<br>And where he wades its <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/water/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">water</span></a>-bars<br>Its <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/song/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">song</span></a> is happiest.<br><br>A comrade of the chinquapin,<br>He looks into its knotty eyes<br>And sees its <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/heart/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">heart</span></a>; and, <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/deep/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">deep</span></a> within,<br>Its <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/soul/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">soul</span></a> that makes him <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/wise/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">wise</span></a>.<br><br>The wood-thrush knows and follows him,<br>Who whistles up the birds and bees;<br>And round him all the perfumes <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/swim/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">swim</span></a><br>Of woodland loam and trees.<br><br>Where'er he pass the silvery springs'<br>Foam-<a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/people/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">people</span></a> sing the flowers awake;<br>And sappy lips of bark-clad things<br><a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/laugh/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">Laugh</span></a> ripe each berried brake.<br><br>His <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/touch/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">touch</span></a> is a companionship;<br>His word an old <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/authority/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">authority</span></a>:<br>He comes, a <a href="https://internetpoem.com/poems/lyric/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;">lyric</span></a> on his lip,<br>The woodboy-Poesy.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br></div>—————————————————<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. Stolworthy</div><div></div></div></div></div></body></html>