Grandpa Vernon's Poems

Friends




Friends
For more than eighty years I've strayed,
Down shaded path and forest glade.
To ease my mind to soothe my soul,
To keep my tired body whole.
And when at last my journey ends,
I'll know that I have been with friends.
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All poems.

  • 'Twas Long Ago One Summer Eve
  • A Muse Can Be Eighty-Five Years Old
  • A Single Boy
  • A Tall Story
  • A habit that is funny
  • A little green frog
  • A wealth of friends!
  • Above the trees and out of reach
  • All about toads
  • All the years when you were free
  • Bat
  • Bay 6--a toast
  • Beauty
  • Bed Time Story
  • Beneath the Oak Trees
  • Canada
  • Christmas and the Flowers
  • Cynic
  • Friends
  • Two toasts

Links.

  • Grandpa Vernon's poems on Facebook
  • Rebecca's website
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