My Elegant Friend Poem by Gill Moore
My Elegant Friend
We sit in her garden
drinking our tea
the sun on our backs
and a biscuit for me
we water the garden
that both of us tend
it's a pleasure to help
my most elegant friend
When she talks of the past
with her eyes clear and blue
'I've such stories to tell
and every one true'
though she walks with a stick
I cannot pretend
for she really is
my most elegant friend
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5/6/2024 9:54:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem...I can relate to it as I used to have a elegant friend with beautiful eyes whom I truly admired..10