Ronald Strickland

Old Friends

In the meadow I stopped and looked about, seeing all the beauty that surrounded me and the warmth and the beauty of the Heavens.

In the beauty of the wildflowers I felt the beauty and warmth of old friends, and recall the wisdom given by so many that stayed with me, throughout.

As I looked back where I had been and all the times and bad, much like the grass that is pressed from the weight beneath my feet, life springs back and leaves wonderful memories for the heart and mind to recall and keep.

Old friends who journey with you in life are forever and are always there and are so much of a part of you.

Topic(s) of this poem: friends

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 16, 2020

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  • Michael Mcparland (9/16/2020 11:53:00 AM)

    A very wonderful and touching tribute to real friends. Great piece.

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  • Varsha MVarsha M (9/16/2020 10:53:00 AM)

    Very true words. Indeed friends are always friends. Well depicted. Thank-you.

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  • Ronald StricklandRonald Strickland (9/16/2020 10:29:00 AM)

    An appreciation of Friends

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