'The 'F' Word' Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

To my ear, it is sweet delight,
Better than any symphony to be heard.
More peaceful than cricket chirps at night.
Oh, the glorious sound of the 'F' word!

Hearing it brings to my mind
A picture more beauteous than an autumn scene.
I love sending it on the wind
And hope that from it, others may glean.

I love attributing it to a certain precious soul,
One who gives me ecstatic glee.
Her companionship makes me feel oh, so whole.
Yes, she is a very dear 'F' to me.

Yes, this particular 'F' word is 'Friend',
A word that lots of people use and love.
It makes some happy to no end.
A gift from the Greatest Friend from above.


Lord, in all I do, may the glory go to You. Amen.
Greg A. Oosterhouse,9-6-2009