Unknown Friend

Credits: Nestor Clavel Jr.

The wind shouts, as I step on this land 

Piles of sticks, of woods to take, I demand  

I found myself lying on the grass 

I didn't expect, came with grace giving his hand  

I thought he could stay, to bid my thank you's   

But then, he just rushed, left; and it was him I lose  

I sought him, but there wasn't a clue  

Another missed chance of knowing a boo

Because I was coerced to post something here in order to start really the act of blogging, I got tangled with my old cattleya notes that were once required by my most admired yet lunatic teacher of literature with the initials A.D. This is where I found the poem entitled "Unknown Friend" along with some of my indescribable products of imagination and poetry. I forgot to whom I dedicated this poem but I do recall that this was really for "someone". :)yeah. As far as I can still remember, this was our last activity before we enter short stories. The whole class went out of the classroom and everyone looked for his inspiration. This is where I found myself; at the island.