Old Souls

The salamander is my friend;
     I love his shiny suit.
The only thing I love more than
     The sally is the newt.

We have some newts in our backyard;
     They live beneath our tree.
I come across them when I dig;
     They're something rare to see.

The newt and salamander can
     Both disappear at will.
They learned the ancient magic then
     And exercise it still.

If ever you should find yourself
     Favoured enough to see
A salamander or dark newt
     Shimmy 'neath a tree,
Salute the essence of his soul—
His world is living, deep, and whole.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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