Talk To Me Goose... Poem by one who waits

Talk To Me Goose...

Rating: 5.0


I miss cool, overcast days
Sweet drizzly rain
Green hills, grasses and trees
A tasty buzz and a cool breeze
I miss Porter, Pinot and PDX
But most of all I miss chatting with my dear friend.
Now tell me, Kerri, where the hell have you been?
Talk to me goose...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emma Adamyan 10 June 2010

so cosy and warm point... and as we grow older we understand that to be called 'a dear friend' much more honorable than just 'beloved'

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