AN OLD FRIEND
An old friend was found again
after many long years
As we spoke together twas hard
Memories came flooding back
to years long gone,
Remembering all the things
that were said and done.
Now we are waiting to the
airport off to go,
Joining the throngs that wait
for a loved one to show,
Then the happy reunion awaited
and many sights to see,
Already the excitement is racing
right through me.
End of September when the
trees turn red and gold,
And the fresh peaches still
being picked, warm to hold,
Ripened on the tree, the juice
making you a sticky mess
But it’s the best way to eat a
peach all do confess.
Off to see Niagara Falls at night
when the floodlights show,
Then up north to St Jacobs, then
we must surely go
Down town Toronto it’s architecture
so very fine,
Walk along Lake Ontario’s shore
after going to dine.
A hundred other things to see, many
a shopping mall to view,
A congregation at church over two
hundred that to you is new.
These things we’ll do together for
we want to show we care
And say thank you to a friend
who’s love we want to share.
For Shirley Parkin, a friend from Stafford 1961
(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 20, 2003