My Old Friend

Once again we are friends,
we pick up where we were ending.
Our future lies within our hands
of joy and all pretending.
Our time apart- it always mends
we pick up where we were ending.
The two weeks past- not an end,
but only a beginning,
our time apart- it always mends.
Remember when our biggest happenings
were apple trees and picket fence,
it was only a beginning.
The fun we've shared,
togethers adventures so grand
were those of apple trees and picket fence.
Once again together we stand,
once again we are friends,
togethers adventures so grand,
our future lies within our hands.
-Maja Olson
February 3, 2009