While browsing photographs, today,
Of towns nearby and far away,
In reverie, my mind is set
On thoughts of those I've never met.
In images, I see your lives,
Your husbands, children, pets and wives,
Your grand, majestic mountain tops,
And beaches, churches, homes and shops,
Yes, from New Zealand to Brazil,
Through Oklahoma's rolling hills,
We are the friends who've never met.
We'll carry on with no regrets.
Though, miles may keep us far apart,
We're linked, together, in our hearts.
Copyright * Gordon Hand