Gordon Jerome


Friends - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Down by the willow
On a soft silken pillow
A fairy sits sipping her tea
She's appeared by request
As a most honored guest
Just as I wished her to be
She sits listening to an elf
Who’s quite full of himself
Shooting the bull with a frog
As the frog cracks loose a croak
They laugh at his crude little joke
As the elf giggles and falls off his log
Now I have asked them all here today
So I would have a chance just to say
I am honored to call them my friend
As I lift my tea cup high for a toast
It's of my greatest friends I now boast
While we watch the sun bring an end to this day.
'closing thought'
Never take for granted all the friends you have known
Or forget all the caring for you they often have shown


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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