Gordon Jerome

Alf (Elvy) - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Old black Fury and Skylark blue
Friendship lost begun anew
Time and distance matters not
Nothing breaks the bonds we’ve got
Growing up we experienced all
There was little that we did small
To hang with us took real nerve
Very little would make us swerve
Escanaba and back in one night
The football team to scared to fight
Just never let me close my eyes
Or stuck in the mud may be our prize
We feared little and ran from less
Our youth lived fullest I must confess
Marlview for pool pizza and beer
Pickups and hay fields and shining deer
Six coon pelts in just one tree
We held the light for the other to see
Hunting rabbits in twenty below
Pitching the tent in four feet of snow
How we survived matters not to me
For it created a friendship that will always be.
“closing thought”
I’ll cherish forever the friends I’ve made,
In my book they will always be top notch grade.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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