i knew your real name

I knew your real name

I knew your real name, we all did,

But I never used it, seems lame and you weren’t one that hid,

At 3 o clock in the morning, in a dark field,

As you poked the embers, waiting on a foal that wouldn’t yield,

We christened you did my pal sonny and I,

Forever more to be called Winnie,

You were so very young back then, to be out watching horses,

Waiting on some mare to drop her foal, and I’d say horses for courses,

We’d laugh wait till dawn, telling jokes or lies, whichever sounded best,

Time went by really slowly, who knew that life would force you, to the ultimate test,

Yet there you were, sat with the best of our time, around the camp fire,

Never complained, never moaned you were tired,

Time passed and life goes by, but everyone knew your name,

Those who didn’t, made me smile, as they asked us to explain?

But how do you explain friendship and a good heart?

For all who knew you Winnie, you will never depart,

I remember you poking the embers with a broken stick,

Eyes wide open you never missed a trick,

Gone now to that great fire in the sky,

Urging lost friends not to cry,

The fight is over, your time sadly has come,

There will never be another you, no one,

I knew your real name, I will recall it fondly to my end,

You were our very own Winnie Clark, to so many, a true friend,

(rip Maureen)