In the stillness of the evening
And the glowing of the sun
Her little white thatched cottage stood
Tis where it all begun
In the distance I could see her
Sitting upon her stool
A little figurine of a woman
And her name was Arlene Drew
A loner was our Arlene
A hardy little soul
She grew her spuds and vegetables
And crocheted all her wools
Best friends were we since childhood days
When both of us held hands
Running wild in the meadows
Where we had so much fun
Picking mushrooms and wild berries
And making daisy chains
In the stillness of the evening
And the glowing of the sun
Nice work, Forrester! Hey, your name reminds me of a movie I like so much; FINDING FORRESTER That is what attracted me to your work in the first place.
A sweet, beautiful poem. Made me nostalgic. Childhood friends are precious. Since there is no competition or rivalry among childhood friends, the friendship is free from jealousy, is pure and pristine!
Real sweet poem. One of the best gifts that God gave to man is friends. Like your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sweet little poem Mary. Childhood friendships are often the most precious as they are pure and innocent. A lovely read.