My Best Friend
My best friend
At one time was a girl.
We tried to meet so nobody would see
And we walked someplace
Peaceful to play.
We made ranches:
From pebbles, fences and stalls,
From sticks and pinecones, cows
And lots of horses;
We were going to be horse ranchers in the West.
We returned home by different routes,
I casually rejoining the other boys
To play boys' games.
When she got glasses,
I was right there, jeering along with the others.
- Risto Rasa -
At one time was a girl.
We tried to meet so nobody would see
And we walked someplace
Peaceful to play.
We made ranches:
From pebbles, fences and stalls,
From sticks and pinecones, cows
And lots of horses;
We were going to be horse ranchers in the West.
We returned home by different routes,
I casually rejoining the other boys
To play boys' games.
When she got glasses,
I was right there, jeering along with the others.
- Risto Rasa -
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