To my ear, it is sweet delight,
Better than any symphony to be heard.
More peaceful than cricket chirps at night.
Oh, the glorious sound of the 'F' word!
Hearing it brings to my mind
A picture more beauteous than an autumn scene.
I love sending it on the wind
And hope that from it, others may glean.
I love attributing it to a certain precious soul,
One who gives me ecstatic glee.
Her companionship makes me feel oh, so whole.
Yes, she is a very dear 'F' to me.
Yes, this particular 'F' word is 'Friend',
A word that lots of people use and love.
It makes some happy to no end.
A gift from the Greatest Friend from above.
Lord, in all I do, may the glory go to You. Amen.
Greg A. Oosterhouse,9-6-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem