Remembering The Fox

Sly Fox, quick to spring, quick to act,

And quick to disappear.

You came into our world, unexpected,

And left us all too soon,

With a void that can never be filled.

But, silly Fox, your departure is not your end,

For your memory lives on,

In the hearts of all of those you left behind,

And your name echoes,

In the dreams that we’ve fulfilled.

Old Fox, my promise to you is one I won’t forget,

The tales will still be told,

And the story will continue

Travel well, dear friend,

I’ll look for you in the shadows.

This is a prayer that I wrote to my mentor when he passed away.  He often went by the name “Fox.” Fox and I had big dreams of being able to start a grove together, and he passed away before that was able to happen.  However, I continued with that dream, created a grove, and named it after his production company, Prairie Shadow.