Thursday, September 3, 2015

OLD FRIEND a poem


OLD FRIEND
 
Thirty years
have passed old friend
since childhood romps
through green pastures
and cow dung
were worthy pastimes.
When trespassing
over wooden fences
and climbing
octopus apple trees
were ultimate achievements.
Do you remember
chasing headless chickens
in the barnyard?
 

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