Poem # 18: Cow Droppings & Best Friends Don't Grow on Trees

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I'm home from the desert. I should be in bed by now.

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I am behind in my 30 poems in 30 days so you'll find one here, but first a word about this photo. The flat land of the desert is pretty much barren with some gritty catci and some yellow cottonwood trees thrown in, so imagine coming across three cows in the middle of nowhere, and I mean nowhere, and seeing their food for the day lying on the ground in all this vibrant color.

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I know it's just cherry tomatoes and leeks and peppers and potatoes but please give me your opinion: I'm thinking it might be my holiday card this year! For some reason I like the idea of festivity from food scrapes for three cows in the middle of a barren desert.

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Okay, with that out of the way, my poem today was written a time back, but the blessings I have in the friend department are as true today as they were then. So here is my tribute to the best friends a person could have: I hope some of you will smile knowing you are one of them. Hey, maybe I'm one of them for you too!!! I wouldn't mind if you told me so :)

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Best Friends
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1. They grow in the garden
Where forget-me-nots remember

2. They grow around two hearts
Willing to be tamed

3. They grow toward the sun
Pouring light in quiet corners

4. They grow under unspoken secrets
Finally whispered out loud

5. They grow on top of trouble--
An umbrella in the wind

6. They grow beside what’s possible
Rallying and inching it forward

7. They grow in special moments
Roots that aren't overturned

8. They grow around tender wounds
Healing tears on the horizon

9. They might even grow apart
But even then they grow together

10. They grow through the thickets of laughter
And the blossoms of being known

11. They grow over time
And in the flash of a moment

12. They even grow in darkness,
When it's all you can see

13. Best friends grow ever strong and forever tight
But they most assuredly do not grow on trees.