That's The Bricks Kid. Comments

My eyes are misty right now, Jeffe. I am tempted to say that you don't know how much I appreciate you, and the talks we have, but I can see that you do. Few other people would take the time to sit on a cobbled brick path with an old man and pull weeds while discussing life, nature, science and philosophy. (And all the while having insects crawl and swarm over them) I love you, Jeff. I might be a little biased, but this is an excellent poem and is not only going to my favorites list but to my laptop files and my mortal memory.