You are a friend of mine

Freindship can mean a lot of things...and most of them good.

You are a friend of mine

By Jack Ivey

 

Regardless of the situation, obstacles I face

Walls of stone along the path, detours in its place

Mountains I encounter as my steps are forced to climb

Nothing it will stop me for you are a friend of mine

 

Temperatures may rise and fall, the weather it may change

Storms that wear a threatening frown as skies do rearrange

Rivers overflowing till their banks fall by the side

Never shall they hold me back, you are a friend of mine

 

Burdens built of massive weight my shoulders they may bear

Roadblocks of a structured state my eyes might come to stare

Hurdles ever growing, hands behind my back they bind

They will not deter me for you are a friend of mine

 

Whenever you may need me, if for nothing much at all

Just to hear a friendly voice, I am the one to call

It matters not the hour any moment you may find

For I am always there for you, you are a friend of mine

 

Author's Note

A poem about friendship

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Wonderful poem..........I would love to get this message in a card or in a song. Jack, you are an awesome poet. One of our best here.

[Jack...]

Thanks, that means a lot to me

[Becky C Strukamp]

A beautiful poem of friendship. So endearing. True friendships are rare. And I emphasize TRUE, as you have brilliantly mastered this poem of such.

[Jack...]

Wow, thanks for all of my stuff you have read today. I really appreciate it.

[Becky C Strukamp]

You are very welcome. Good writing deserves good reviews!

[Serenity Faith]

Beautiful! My Daddy once told me if I can hold up one hand and name five "true" friends, friends that I could call at 1am and be at my house at 2, friends that wouldn't bail me outof jail, but be sitting next to me, friends that I could share my dreams with, I'd be the richest woman in the world....you have written a wonderful piece. The words roll off ones tongue.

[Jack...]

Thanks for your kind response. Your father was right.

[mhaie]

Nice poem. I was deeply touched.

[Jack...]

Thank you

[Clayton Bardwell]

Morning Jack,

There is a family of Ivey's down Lone Pine way. The grandfather runs a pheasant club. Probably no relation.

I hold friendships dear as you do in this poem. It seems that they are harder to find these days for the young people.

[Jack...]

Thank you and where is Lone Pine Way? I don't have too many relatives scattered around that I am aware of, but one never knows.

[Clayton Bardwell]

It's in Southern Inyo county, California. High desert at the base of Mt. Whitney that peaks at 14,000 feet straight up.

[Jack...]

I have heard of a country club in southern California that is Jack Ivey, anywhere near this?

[Clayton Bardwell]

Nope, that guys a golfer. This one's a hunter.

[David Lewis Paget]

There would be no doubting that, you underlined the fact well. Nice quatrains and all very much to the point. Well done.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much

[Tate Morgan]

I find this ones message especially appealing and heartfelt Very nice indeed

[Jack...]

Thanks Tate, I'm glad you liked it.

[Lucien Maier]

you have a great rhythm to your writing, in this piece it dances the reader through the piece nice work

[Jack...]

I do appreciate your comments, thanks so much