A poem for Ben Saunders
If ever a gentle river had a soul, It would yours be.
If ever a stream beamed with light, It would yours display.
And if ever the sunshine smiled, It would yours discover, and rest in eternal blush.
If ever a friend I need,
Whose deeds is as innocent as rainbow's kids,
Then yours, in rush I employ,
Along with ten thousands more.*
*By this phrase it means that not only me but a lot of other people would seek his help too.