I bid a greeting through this rhyme,

Wondering what they do this day,

Recalling memories from time.

Through trained pigeons of light I send

Letters to lands of north and east,

So distance does not friendships rend.

Upon their words of news I feast,

To know their lives are going well,

To hear of trials great and small,

And with my words I now can tell

Them stories of my life, of halls

I walked, the things I have seen, while

Defying the distance of miles.