by Troy Baldrige / Troy Baldrige Copyright 2005

Dear Smitty,

I wish that I could be with you, but now for you are dead. I can’t even see your head, butI know you’re there because I saw you once with me before you soon be dead then I dread before my eyes let see. Dear old friend, I still dread for you hoping you’d come home but noone comes home. I think that you do not hear me pray, but I know you do because GOD SAID SO FORTH!


Troy Baldrige