Friends

Friends

The floor is covered with a blanket of white,

Many footprints in the snow are in sight,

We laughed and had snowball fights,

Rolling around in the cold, never worried about getting frost bite.

7 years I spent in Boone, with all my friends,

We never thought that it would end,

But when I moved the trees all died and the skies were no longer blue,

Now I miss them a lot and I hope they miss me too.

I remember the canoe and when we almost tipped over,

And holding hands and screaming while playing Red Rover,

I remember in the forest when we climbed the trees,

Hanging upside down like we were monkeys.

I remember when we use to dance in the playground,

Or playing hide and seek without making a sound,

I remember when we rolled down hills,

Like we were blades on a windmill.

I remember them saying they like me because I’m me,

And when I was with them I could be who I wanted to be,

And when I got hurt they would tell me it was okay,

And when I was with them I cherished every single day.

I remember the last day when we would hug and cry,

I really wasn’t ready to say good bye,

I remember when we would just sit and feel blue,

Now I miss them a lot and I hope they miss me too.