Contentment

Karen

Old Stone Farmhouses,
Walking along dry creek beds
Stopping to admire a rock, the limestone lining the banks
Talking non stop about everything, nothing
Being together in comforting silence

Sharing hopes and dreams
Our ideals comparing
we are two different beings,
yet the same


Horses, grazing in the summer sun
dogs running at our sides
cattle lowing gently to their calves
We walk the place
two friends

No one understands more
laughs along louder
offers her shoulder, her ears
her heart

No one means more to me
No one shares more with me
She is the friend I have prayed for
I pray that I can be all she needs in a friend too
Soul sisters

Love ya, my friend.