Ruth Moyer Gilmour
Culrivate a friendship,
As you do a garen bed;
Nourish, feed and watch it grow,
With help and nice things said.
Smile, it's like the sunshine
Needed for the flowers,
Loving hands to tend and care,
Soft rains and sun-filled hours.
Little hurts are like the weeds,
That come between the rows;
Pull and cast them out before
The beautiful friendship goes.
Be proud of your well-tended garden,
And proud of a good friend too,
All the work you put into them
Will come straight back to you.
Don't neglect your garden,
Or the good friends that you know,
Don't let a single day go by,
Keep trying, both will grow.