Poem (Illustrated) - Ode To Craig Kennedy

Ode to Craig Kennedy

I think back to a time in Craig’s bountiful garden

The bees were about and the whole place was glowing

With the colour and texture of everything growing

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time around Craig’s kitchen table

The pots and the pans are filled with the flavour

Of feasting ahead and auld traditions to savour

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time when fey Craig was the leader

In a trek through the forest and across rolling meadows

Which led us, in time, to a pool draped in shadows

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time shared with Craig on the shoreline

With seashells and seagulls midst poetry reciting

The sand was pure white and the stories exciting

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time spent with Craig on a day trip

A sense of adventure the one point of reference

A settler’s graveyard seen out of deference

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time out with Craig at a party

To welcome 2000, and he looked very snazzy

Shaking his gourds as the rhythms got jazzy

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

I think back to a time when Craig’s wake was a’rocking

And just for a moment the thin veil was lifted

And those who had eyes could see it had shifted

In this small patch of heaven four friends they did gather.

Now Craig is a ghost in my Garden of Eden

Where I cultivate music and laughter and freedom

Where everything here promotes you-dom and me-dom

And the breeze from the east wind provides inspiration.

                             - Ava Darling