Promises made, and promises broken

Dedication of soul, not at all mistaken

Dealing with things in ordered sequence

Sounding out thoughts without secrets



Sharing who you are and what you be

A lively soul, always living so very free

Being as open as can be to all comers 

For only when that way, do you trumpet



Blowing a horn, wailing with good sound

So much so, others desire to be around

Live life this way and goodness abounds 

Try it yourself, and see if you don't bound



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:40am Mon. Feb. 23rd, 1998