A Beautiful Friendship Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

A Beautiful Friendship



What started with a smile ended with a shovel,
so I thought.
Fifty years later behind the church,
Where the hurly-burly began.

Though the silence begged for empathy,
Yearning maternal touch,
Sloped I stood,
Ringing the bells of everlasting friendship.

Then I turned to the campanile,
entrusted to my care,
Housing the carillon that pronounced Quasimodo's love.
Symbol of purity,
which rises unsullied through the evening sky.

Oh Shenandoah!
Wider than a smile?
When will your sailors come home!
Festive and morbid among the sea,
Please bring your oars to me.

You waved goodbye with a sturdy hand,
So many moons ago,
Chasing a dream in old Missouri,
Where the antebellum pioneers have gone.

So here I stand betrothed to thee,
As strong as twain can be,
My arms are laid before your eyes,
For all goodmen to see.

Monday, June 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There is something moving about watching old classic movies of the past.
To Feel like Humphry Bogart manning the African Queen,
while your thought drift to Casablanca sipping cognac at Rick's cafe.
And so I wrote...Nov 9th,2013
Inspired by the 'Reformer And The Redhead'.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 09 June 2014

for all good men to see, fine, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and say something.

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