by Deborah Brooks Langford on Tuesday, November 1, 2011 at 7:43pm
With your out stretched hand
With a pink lovely rose
And the stems so prickly just right
Your oils and perfumes
Consume me so
And makes the heart glow this night
With cap and pen ever flowing
She rose and folded the horse blanket
With so a lone of care
Letting me know of the small circle of regret
That we would be separated for a while
But we would always be friends
Oh yes Friends for Life..
That’s what we will be…
A gesture from her hand tells me so
She knows the sorrows of life
We share so much about the truths
Facing west is what she does.
Looking to our Maker.. as
It is already blanketed with snow
So white I know..
The summer has come and gone
But the friendship stays all the way
You creased the crown to your liking..
With your hungry eyes, to see
And on the floor in the corner lay your saddlebag..
For those darling horses so near..
And as we talk about the wonderful fall weather..
As we talk about our life
The truths come out to each sight
Our heads jerked back and eyes locked
With the life that we have known
To see through our writing.com
Just to know that she is always there
When the need to share has come…
They realized upon closer scrutiny…
With a practiced ease are they
Just to know the friendship they share
Will always there to stay..
FRIENDS FOR LIFE
©Copyright 2011 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS- LANGFORD