Friend
Babbling brook, come talk to me,
bank me your ear, be my friend,
freely, I will run beside you,
count on me, at every bend
From your mouth, downhill journey,
naturally, your beauty is praised,
wetness pure, promise on my lips,
doubts to droughts, never to be raised
Love The scenic photo
it speaks volume.....
Love & Peace be with you
William
asa
Good friends are priceless
and always in good company
Sitting On A Log With You
And Our Bare Feet in The Brook...
Vickie
*Christine* wrote this
beautiful poem!!!!
Lady Vivian
Well done!
Always,
Deborah
Axilea
Hugs,
Anna
of heart in this lovely write Christine.
Lady Mary Ann
I just love reading you, Christine.
Ron
This is a poem of perfection!
Blessings,
Christine
so right, as are the eight lines
of this delight, Christine
john
To have a true and close friend is wealth indeed...
Hugs, Diana..
The very nature of a true friend.
Budd
Joy L. Hale
Rose
Regis
hugs
fee