Ode to a taller friend


Tall friend of mine
You hail from Danmark.

We didn't wait for you
We went on the train
Arrived in the rain
Saw nothing planned
Including you, my tall friend.

The streets were stone
The buildings full of colour
The rain fell
Then the sun shone.

We took pictures
But we missed our tall friend.
We spoke English
But missed our Danish friend.

The country of pastries
Gave back to it's patrons
She opened her heart
And let two Americans in.
She gave us her gold for free
Yet how can it be?
We did it all without thee?

We went to Danmark
But missed our tall friend.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Im a touch deep down in my heart!:D

- Phil

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