Mary Forrester


My Childhood Friend - Poem by Mary Forrester

In the stillness of the evening
And the glowing of the sun
Her little white thatched cottage stood
Tis where it all begun
In the distance I could see her
Sitting upon her stool
A little figurine of a woman
And her name was Arlene Drew
A loner was our Arlene
A hardy little soul
She grew her spuds and vegetables
And crocheted all her wools
Best friends were we since childhood days
When both of us held hands
Running wild in the meadows
Where we had so much fun
Picking mushrooms and wild berries
And making daisy chains
In the stillness of the evening
And the glowing of the sun


Comments about My Childhood Friend by Mary Forrester

  • Rookie - 119 Points Brave Hearts (2/1/2015 7:01:00 PM)

    Nice work, Forrester! Hey, your name reminds me of a movie I like so much; FINDING FORRESTER
    That is what attracted me to your work in the first place. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,711 Points Noreen Carden (4/6/2014 2:01:00 PM)

    Such a sweet poem beautifully written and a joy to read (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,892 Points Khairul Ahsan (9/9/2013 7:57:00 PM)

    A sweet, beautiful poem. Made me nostalgic. Childhood friends are precious. Since there is no competition or rivalry among childhood friends, the friendship is free from jealousy, is pure and pristine! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dipy Hermonite (8/26/2013 2:04:00 PM)

    Real sweet poem. One of the best gifts that God gave to man is friends. Like your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 55 Points John Brown (8/24/2013 1:25:00 PM)

    Ahh - how sweet. Nice work Mary. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,336 Points Valerie Dohren (8/23/2013 5:44:00 PM)

    Such a sweet little poem Mary. Childhood friendships are often the most precious as they are pure and innocent. A lovely read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013


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