We walk out onto the lawn,
My good friend and I.
The sky is clear,
The sun shines down on us,
A glorious Autumn day.
The trees around us,
Their leaves slowly changing,
Changing into Autumns wonderful colours.
We start playing the game,
Striking balls towards the hoops
As we play the game we love.
The contest between us is tense,
We both play well.
Finally at the last hoop
My ball goes through
And I have won.
But in our case
Winning is not all,
We are very good friends
And enjoy each other’s company
Both on and off the green.
He and I are very best friends
And will always be there,
Be there for each other.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2022 01:06
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A friendship such as yours is without peer:
History, understanding and respect -
The company left you with so much cheer,
A poem here as homage was perfect.
Good for you, Andy.
Thank you for your kind words Dave, much appreciated.
Andy
A good friendship write Gold.
I had millions of friends, being millions of years old - as you and I are.
Oh woe, I lost them all. I only said 'And now a song' and saw a cloud of dust as they scarpered! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
I am still around though even though there are about 70 miles between where we live.
Andy
Ah' you can beat an egg, but you just can't beat a good friend can ya ............. 🙂
So true Neville, thank you.
Andy
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