Old Friends

Old Friends

A Poem by Chris Bighorse

To all my old friends

whom I may never see again:

 

If you hear of my death

go outside and breathe deeply.

I will do the same for you.

© 2009 Chris Bighorse


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Yes, the breath of life. Nice poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is noble, honoring, without anxiety or denial. The deep breathing is powerful in contrast to death. Much wisdom here.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ouch. and wow. simply beautiful

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Yes, quite finished. Complete and whole.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is quite lovely, simple and to the point. Nicely done. I like how calmly it expresses your wishes for the reactions of your friends.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Chris Bighorse
Chris Bighorse

Government Camp, OR



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I am Navajo. My tribe does not call itself that, but the schools I've been to have called us such and the name has stayed. So, to you, I am Navajo. To me, I am Chris. Hopefully, in getting to know.. more..

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