My Friends Poem by Michelle Tiddy

Several people were sitting there
On the dock, with palms flat
On the weathered planks
Not talking, just breathing
Some with their eyes open
Some with them closed

They were waiting for the moon
To go down and the sun to rise
From it's heavenly orbit
Just dipping their toes
And sharing their souls

You see, they were fulfilling a promise
To share the morning together
Lined up, enjoying nature's harmony
And sharing their love
For each other and a grey-haired guy

The gulls sang their own sweet melody
The salty air caught their breath
Occasionally they would turn and smile
Knowingly, warmly, heartfelt

Friends dotted along the wood
Like spirits in the queue of life
Just content to be with one another
Away from their troubles and strife

Who'd bought the guitar?
Which one was it that first plucked
Those strings, to make everyone sing
What was the song? My Friend... of course.

Can you see them? What do you think?
These people, short, tall, happy, sad?
Can you feel them? Do you really wish
You could sit down with them and just be?

My Friends, brought together by Taylor Hicks.