Cultivate a friendship,
As you do a garden 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 that 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.
by Ruth Moyer Gilmour
Ruth Moyer Gilmour was born on 14 June 1910 in Mohawk, New York, United States of America. She was married to Barrington P. ‘Barry’ Gilmour. She became a schoolteacher, a school choral director, and a poet. Ruth Moyer Gilmour passed on at 87 years of age on 23 January 1998.