Now in our sixties, my wife and I sometimes have a travel buddy,
especially on those days which may turn out wet and muddy.
But I remember a few times my wife had Ella with her on sunny days.
There's something about Ella which makes my wife feel protected in some ways.
One day the three of us were hiking together on a windy day in Yellowstone.
There were warnings of bears in the area and Ella made us feel less alone.
Unfortunately my wife tripped and fell, falling onto our dear friend.
With some duct tape I had in the car, I did my best to Ella mend.
Instead of with regular bandages, with the tape I did first aid... on her torn skin and a rib (broken) .
What i tell you is all true. i wouldn't want you to think i'm jokin'.
But I do have a confession...... Ella is not a typical gal or fella.
If truth be told, our 'partner'-'buddy'-'friend' is a well-used Umbra Ella.
I enjoyed it. I suppose you do have to resort to humorous verse, what with the kind of tepid poetry you see on PH.
good poem. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AND it's 'umbrella', not 'umbraella'. bri ;)