Old friends have I, upon a shelf,
That I have gathered to myself
I hold them dear, my treasures all
They sit and wait, just down the hall

They're steadfast, true, they never change
I know them all, no one is strange
They are here when I reach out my hand
With all their words at my command

Familiar names, I know them well
John Donne, and his thoughts about a bell
E.B. Browning, counting love's ways
Carl Sandburg telling of foggy days

Coleridge with his tale of Kubla Khan
Keats writing on a Grecian urn
Whittier's "Frietchie" Poe's "Annabel Lee"
Kipling's "Come Ye Back To Mandalay"

So many more I cannot name
I'm proud to share their claim to fame
I handle with care these friends so dear
I have known them well for many a year

Old friends have I, upon a shelf,
I hold them lovingly to myself
Old friends, good friends, true friends all
And they wait for me, just down the hall

By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)




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