I hear from a friend and then,

My worries start to go away, and

I am on the mend.

No matter what the doctors say, and

Their studies never end,

The best cure of all, when spirits fall, is

A kind word from a friend.

SWEN NATER POEMS

I SAW LOVE ONCE

I saw love once, I saw it clear.

It had no leash; it had no fear.

It gave itself without a thought.

No reservation had it bought.

It seemed so free to demonstrate.

It seemed obsessed to orchestrate,

A symphony, designed to feed,

Composed to lift the one in need.

Concern for others was its goal,

No matter what would be the toll.

It's strange just how much care it stores,