"Joe"

Well, you see as we go
it's just Gypsy and me.
Here at the cabin
nestled snug in the trees,
we gather our blessings,
all that we can.
For awhile we knew
no neighbor next door,
so we would just sit
and watch not wanting for more.
Then one day we met Joe,
who lives on the hill nearby.
We sat for a time
a nice visit we had
a friend we had made,
we were sure glad.
His chickens lay eggs,
he gathers right from the nest,
supplying us with breakfast,
they are the best.
We are glad to know Joe,
because friends are like diamonds
they sparkle and glow.
We love to sit and reminisce
about old times gone by,
as old memories are gifts
remembering we try.
Gypsy and I are lucky you see,
to have Joe as a friend
is a good place to be.
For in the end
that's what they are for,
entering your life quietly,
not keeping score.
We find the know in each other
liking the stories it brings,
this is surely a life,
fit for kings.
There is no measure,
for a friend
is a treasure.