Exceptional a poem about friendship When a Friend Calls by RodG      10 Line Poem Contest Winner

He called me early that summer morn. Could I meet him at the village park? Though I'd not dressed or shaven yet, he sounded shaken and forlorn. I grabbed my cap, my stout wooden cane, aware I'd be walking in the dark. Yes, I'd watch my step but wouldn't let fear of falling keep me from meeting with my sad, forsaken chum and with him I'd remain. Writing Prompt Write a poem of any type. But it should have a total of 10 lines. 10 Line Poem Contest Winner Author Notes Artwork courtesy of Google images.

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