April 18, 2014

 

 

The joy of thankfulness;

a moment to caress.

With friends to rely on

in times of stress.

 

To return home and find

a pot of jam at the door,

gives a warm sensation

and an inner glow.

 

To then reciprocate

in the same small way,

makes friendship fun

with no price to pay.

 

But no finer gift is there,

than six eggs, newly laid.

And such a change from porridge

with soldiers on parade.

 

 

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