The Pleasures Of Friendship

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

by Stevie Smith

Comments (7)

That is one way to put it!
First of all, thank you for your comments about my poetry. I read your poem about the pope and thought 'Why would anyone write a poem after all we have had to suffer already though all the tv coverage! ' Thank goodness your poem was tongue in cheek. I say after all that happened with the assaults by priests on young boys and girls how can anyone take any of this seriously! I have expressed my thoughts on that in a poem, I will soon put it into my collection. I do enjoy your poetry.
Rich, it is people like you who could have supported the nomination of Saywell for Pope. If you want progressive and versatile and peace-loving. Instead you allowed a Bavarian Pope..... H
Surprise, surprise. They elected another doddering old reactionary. At least now we'll be rid of those deplorable scenes of superstitious ritual that the networks seem to think that we need to view.
Herbert I tried so hard not to laugh, but I could not help myself, this poem has a great amount of wit, a very clever poem, from a great poet. cheers sylvia.
See More