Treasure Island

Linda Ori

(08/13/1945 / UTAH)

Ode to Charlie


Oh, my dear fair weather friend,
Do you think my love would end
If you forgot to spread your coat
So I could walk across the moat
On some dark day when sun won't shine,
And rain may come to spoil the wine
I share with love and gratitude
Although I guess I could be rude
And chastise you for lack of plan
(So typical of any man)
To bring umbrellas for protection
From the rain in all directions
I would rather jump in puddles
Or under rooftops run for cuddles
When the rain comes 'pissing down'
I wouldn't show up with a frown
I'd just be glad that you were there
We'd still be lovers - foul or fair.

Submitted: Thursday, April 06, 2006

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  • Charles M Moore (4/10/2006 12:19:00 PM)

    Lovely poem Linda, with all that rain about, think I'll get into my speedos and waders, Charlie. (Report) Reply

  • Nimal Dunuhinga (4/7/2006 1:32:00 PM)

    I pray this stanza should reach his locality! what a marvelous invitation to the life it seems; extraordinary! If I am Charlie like a ligtning I'll be there.Really I embraced your great poem. (Report) Reply

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