I apologize for the poor scanning of this picture, I will soon have it fixed.![]() We were friends from the beginning...4 years old. |
~A. MacDonald~ |
Under the yellow umbrellas, in big fluffy chairs
memories dance across the tabletop.
Like streaks of sun
catching laughter and rainbows in the droplets upon their glasses,
falling like broken tears.
Around them,
this seasons breeze plays with summers warmth.
The scent of spring flowers tickles their souls.
As they both make a wish,
upon thoughts of love;
love forever,
two shadows share the pain of that remembered.
Here, their laughter makes music and hides the tears they share.
Gentle smiles hint at secrets buried deep within the trees.
Worlds apart,
they dream the neverending dream,
of futures untold and a past never forgotten.
Until, it seems, reality made it's final blow.
two souls trapped in the emptiness of lost memories,
shed a tear of lonliness and they remember....
Although time and fate separate them,
they will always return to a place,
a place where the sun dances and the trees whisper secrets.
They found within their hearts,
a place where friends walk together, not alone....
March 17th, 97
© 1998 Lady Guinevere
in my gallery than you've seen these ones already. They're great pictures though...and they have some very special memories attached to them. We certainly love camping!! |
![]() Camping in Algonquin was one of the best memories! We went camping one year much earlier too. The field?? |
![]() The 4 hour hike, and the knomb people!! |
A shoulder to cry on,
an ear to lend
money to borrow
clothes to lend
Friday night parties,
afternoon walks.
Being together.
our private talks.
Mending our hearts,
crying those tears.
Planning our future,
voicing our fears.
Our memories together,
may they never end.
Always together,
Forever friends...
Unknown Author
© 1998 Lady Guinevere