A Friend
I had a friend who ask me,
To write a peom of her past.
I studied and I said,
I'll think of something at last.
She kept reminding me,
So I started out.
This is what I thought suited
Without very much doubt.
She was a girl of honor
just in the age of teens.
She was a good house keeper,
she kept everything nice and clean.
Her friends were not so scattering,
as some of ours might be.
She was a gracefull girl,
we all learned to see.
She courting days were pleasant
for this bright girl.
At first she thought she loved,
a neighboring boy named Earl.
He came to see her regular,
She was such a lonely kid.
And the first thing he knew
in another had slid.
He taken it with honor,
He never did scoll or snare,
For he must have thought
that was only her affair.
Geneva E. Ryals
©~1936
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