Favourite Poem

My Best Friend

Jeremy Lloyd

Save for the humming of the bees
And raindrops falling through the trees
The wood was silent as a grave
Whilst shafts of sunlight made a brave
Attempt to pierce the velvet gloom
As lonely as an empty room

Alone was I but not afraid
The friend I'd been with must have strayed
For though I called no answer came
And so I called and called again
Still no answer came

And so I played a splendid game
In the bracken wet and thick
With my favourite walking stick

And then a voice called out quite near
"So there you are, old chap, come here"
And sitting there upon a log
Was my best friend, who said: "Good Dog"

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This has been an entry in the St Louis Bloggers Favourite Poem Contest.