Treasure Island

Casey Jarrell

(6/23/1994 / Deridder, La)

My Oldest Friend


Bring in the old.
Bring in the new.
You're as friendly as Mrs. Barbara
Sue.

Out of every friend that I've come
to find,
I see that your soul is pure and
kind.

Though I don't see those locks
of red hair,
I can always see you at the
fair.

Through this letter that I
send,
you'll always be my oldest
friend.

Submitted: Thursday, December 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, December 07, 2012

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Have you ever had a close friend that you haven't seen in years. Well, if you read this poem you will find out that in the view of a letter.

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