Is it the optimist in me
that remembers you for your smile?
Out there in a cruel Northumberland
there is a sun
behind the Army tanks at Otterburn
if you strain your eyes
to face it.
Often it seems
so pointless;
our pathetic scribblings
amongst all the sordid agony
of this poisoned world.
But you made me think
that my little trembling efforts
were so much worthwhile.
For that, I humbly thank you
and, when I am down again,
your well remembered smile
will touch me
from the heavens
and make me want to sing.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
