Tom Taking A Moment to Rest Before Setting Up Camp on Mica Mountain (April 2012) — Image by kenne
Remembering So Much, Yet So Little
We walked together as brothers
His a shuffled pace totaling
Many unnumbered miles
Remembering so much, yet so little
Have known him for the last ten years
Reminding me of my brother,
It seemed like a lifetime
Remembering so much, yet so little
When we first met
We were in a hiking group
For me, all were strangers
Remembering so much, yet so little
He had that something
We all feel but can’t explain
As with the wistfulness of used books
Remembering so much, yet so little
Hiking dusty trails, stirred only by our steps,
A soft breeze unable to lift
The dust above our boots
Remembering so much, yet so little
Sharing a love of the wild
To hear sounds, see vistas
In the desert and sky islands
Remembering so much, yet so little
He was born with a feel for the moment
Making use of the incidentals
Whether invited or not
Remembering so much, yet so little
An eye for beauty and form
Where nothing is perfect
And everything is perfect.
Remembering so much, yet so little
Always ready to go farther afield
Looking for new trails – such as
The Hidden Pasture Trail
Remembering so much, yet so little
Meticulously researching new adventures
Was a hobby driven by the belief
One knows the country through direct contact
Remembering so much, yet so little
Possessing a diverse love of life
Sharing stories of youthful conquests
As the sunsets only to be replaced by a full moon
Remembering so much, yet so little
Dare not wave the punctual tissue of farewell
He would reply with an insouciant shrug
Therefore, I drink to you, my brother
Remembering so much, yet so little
For this is a path we will all take
On the Hidden Pasture Trail
It’s all part of nature’s plan
Remembering so much, yet so little
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
❤️
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Absolutely beautiful and touching poem Ken. Both you and Tom had a unique and special relationship, during your friendship. I am glad you were able to share the love of hiking together, plus many other things.
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Tom is missed and will always remain so. We think we remember all the moments, but memories become only selective in the end. This poem will be on his Legacy site.
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Tom is missed and will always remain so. We think we remember all the moments, but memories become only selective in the end. This poem will be on his Legacy site.
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I didn’t know him, and now I feel I know him a little.
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We may go through life knowing a lot of people, but if we are fortunate we only know a few who are real friends. Thanks for the comment.
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