1943-2014
James had the soul of a poet
He had such a lust for life: one moment
he would lift his glass of wine and toast:
the sacred and the profane and laugh raucously
The next he would quote some deep felt life philosophy
then share anecdotal evidence to underscore a lesson
It was a life well-lived, filled with love for his wife
and family and humankind in general and stories of
boundless adventure…
James was a man of gratitude and optimism, living many
years despite an ongoing battle with a dreadful disease
He fought the good fight with a stellar attitude
and poetry that laced the boots of his own soul
and carried him onward
James was my friend; we shared stories and poetry,
laughter and wine and sometimes curses
for mean people and blessings for the sublime!
Words gave James great pleasure, he liked
to sort his adventures and categorize them as either
sacred or profane
For the rest of my days, every time I hear
those words: sacred or profane,
I’ll remember with delight and wistfulness
my dear friend and kind soul,
a poet called James
Raintreepoet
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