I drove along the road
On this bleak November day,
It had been raining,
There was a mist in the air,
But as I pulled in to the car park
My best friend pulled in as well.
We were going to play croquet,
Just the two of us.
As we walked to the lawn
The sun started shining,
And all was well.
We played,
We chatted,
And had a wonderful morning
So happy in each other’s company
Playing the game we love.
Each game was decided,
Decided on the final hoop,
But that morning
Winning did not matter,
We both played well,
But the best thing
Was that we enjoyed our friendship,
And that meant more,
More to us than anything,
Than anything else that morning.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2023 01:58
- Comment from author about the poem: It was a great time with my best friend.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Awwwww fun!! Beautiful friendship!! 💫
Very true LIZ. thank you.
Andy
Beautiful.
Most kind Thomas, thamk you.
Andy
Such a friendship is a treasure, and you a very fortunate man!
Very true Bella, yes I am. Thank you.
Andy
Totally beautiful!
Thank you John.
Andy
Happy days are always good to recollect .. and to write about too of course ... Neville
So true Neville, thank you.
Andy
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