Frank Halliwell, Spooky</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=28.htm>Frank Halliwell</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Spooky</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>On this morning in November underneath a bright blue sky<br>My Spooky took his last walk and my time has come to cry,<br>And peacefully, the way he lived, he chose a spot to lie<br>With Blossom standing over him, he closed his eyes to die.<br>How fragile is the spark of life, how hateful is the dawn,<br>Last night he was my dear old friend, to-day my friend is gone.<br>And though the sun is just as bright and sky is just as blue<br>Today's joys have been put to flight and future joys seem few.</b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>