Friendship – poem
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Pene in
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March 11, 2010 |
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There is a
sweetness in
friendship
like the honey taste
of pulled grass.
Warmth and growth
shared.
Years from now we’ll
remember
how it was . . .
Almost Aspen Grove,
a Sacrament of light,
high and burning
colour, autumn air,
a cricket orchestra and
Scottish thistles,
blue ones – see?
And around, all around,
the mountains
looking as if ancient fingers
folded them.
The Temple, Carma.
We almost lost it!
Then there it was,
honey and cream limestone
clean and fabled
on its own hill.
Man built Manti
God built Aspen Grove
Years from now we’ll remember
both
Temples
Shared friendship
and the many kinds
of light.
Pene Beavan Horton
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