POEM FOR FRIENDS

  On an island of music in a city of drumbeats the drum dream girl dreamed   of pounding tall conga drums tapping small bongó drums and boom boom booming with long, loud sticks on big, round, silvery moon-bright timbales.   But everyone on the island of music in the city of drumbeats believed that only boys should play drums   so the drum dream girl had to keep dreaming quiet secret drumbeat dreams.   At outdoor cafés that looked like gardens she heard drums played by men but when she closed her eyes she could also hear her own imaginary music.   When she walked under wind-wavy palm trees in a flower-bright park she heard the whir of parrot wings the clack of woodpecker beaks the dancing tap of her own footsteps and the comforting pat of her own heartbeat.   At carnivals, she listened to the rattling beat of towering dancers on stilts   and the dragon clang of costumed drummers wearing huge masks.   At home, her fingertips rolled out their ow...

  april is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing feels just right so no excuses now we're going to the park to chase and charge and chew and I will make you see what spring is all about source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147302/april-is-a-dog39s-dream

A person who will listen and not condemn Someone on whom you can depend They will not flee when bad times are here Instead they will be there to lend an ear They will think of ways to make you smile So you can be happy for a while When times are good and happy there after They will be there to share the laughter Do not forget your friends at all For they pick you up when you fall Do not expect to just take and hold Give friendship back, it is pure gold.         by 👉 Gillian Jones