NO FRIEND OF MINE DIED TODAY THE MORNING IS BRISK AND COLD AN ICY BREEZE PASSES OVER THE CANAL THE GEEN SHOOTS OF THE DAFFODIL ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE THE CHURCH BELL QUIETENS TO SCHOOL CHILDREN AND I SMILE AS NO FRIEND OF MINE DIED TO DAY Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.
