READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, February 20
This week, we have tow poems from G Orford.
The only friend that I ever had was a pup my dad brought me when I was a lad.
Wherever I went he followed behind and if I ever left him oh, how he whined.
He would chew almost anything without batting and eye but was sadly no expert at catching a fly.
We would go for long walks with a stick or a ball, if he wandered too far all it took was a call.
We had lots of good times my pal and me, I would often sit with his head on my knee.
Together we stayed for many years, and when he died I cried many tears.
There will never be another like him I know, and now that he is gone I miss him so.
As I sit in my garden with eyes closed tight,
The sounds and the smells are such a delight.
With warmth from the sun and a gentle breeze
That brings delicate perfume to add to my ease.
The birds sing their songs all the music I need,
My garden for me is a blessing indeed.
When the seasons change and my garden sleeps
I’m happy to know what treasures it keeps.
Hidden away like a gentle smoulder,
Ready to grow ever stronger and bolder.
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