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A Friend
A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way,
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day,
A friend is like a flower
That’s worn close to the heart,
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
By Author Unknown
A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way,
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day,
A friend is like a flower
That’s worn close to the heart,
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
By Author Unknown
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Let’s Be Friends
Would you like to be my friend?
That would be so fine!
We’ll run around in your backyard
And then we’ll play in mine.
We’ll walk to school together.
And share our lunches too.
Oh, what a lucky kid I am
To have a friend like you!
By Christine Corona
Would you like to be my friend?
That would be so fine!
We’ll run around in your backyard
And then we’ll play in mine.
We’ll walk to school together.
And share our lunches too.
Oh, what a lucky kid I am
To have a friend like you!
By Christine Corona
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Say It!
You have a friend - a man, a woman, a boy, or a girl. For some reason you love him very much. Have you ever told him so? Perhaps he would like to have you say it.
Your friend has helped you along the way in the days gone by. Gratitude is in your heart. Do not let it lie buried there - say it.
Some joy comes his way. You rejoice with him. But he will never know it unless you say it.
An honor comes to him. He wins the game of life, and you are glad - say it.
Your friend succeeds in some task which he has undertaken. You feel a grateful pride that he has done it - say it.
A sorrow comes his way. He may have lost his property. Some of his loved ones may have gone wrong. Disease may have laid its hand on him, taking away the glow of health. You would share the sorrow with him - say it.
A personal word, a telephone call, a postcard, a letter, a telegram, and only a few minutes of time! Silent sympathy. Your own life may be better because of it; but your friend may go to the end of the journey and never know. You may add to the joy; you may lighten the load; you may brighten the way if you only take the time to say it.
By Bernard W. Spilman
You have a friend - a man, a woman, a boy, or a girl. For some reason you love him very much. Have you ever told him so? Perhaps he would like to have you say it.
Your friend has helped you along the way in the days gone by. Gratitude is in your heart. Do not let it lie buried there - say it.
Some joy comes his way. You rejoice with him. But he will never know it unless you say it.
An honor comes to him. He wins the game of life, and you are glad - say it.
Your friend succeeds in some task which he has undertaken. You feel a grateful pride that he has done it - say it.
A sorrow comes his way. He may have lost his property. Some of his loved ones may have gone wrong. Disease may have laid its hand on him, taking away the glow of health. You would share the sorrow with him - say it.
A personal word, a telephone call, a postcard, a letter, a telegram, and only a few minutes of time! Silent sympathy. Your own life may be better because of it; but your friend may go to the end of the journey and never know. You may add to the joy; you may lighten the load; you may brighten the way if you only take the time to say it.
By Bernard W. Spilman
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A Perfect Day
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay,
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too,
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we’ve made.
By Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1910)
Carrie Minetta Jacobs-Bond was born on 11 August 1862 in Janesville, Wisconsin, United States of America. She became a songwriter, a singer, and a pianist. Carrie Minetta Jacobs-Bond passed on at 84 years of age on 28 December 1946 in Hollywood, California, United States of America.
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay,
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too,
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we’ve made.
By Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1910)
Carrie Minetta Jacobs-Bond was born on 11 August 1862 in Janesville, Wisconsin, United States of America. She became a songwriter, a singer, and a pianist. Carrie Minetta Jacobs-Bond passed on at 84 years of age on 28 December 1946 in Hollywood, California, United States of America.
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What Is A Friend?
A friend is someone who listens,
A friend is someone who cares.
A friend is someone who understands,
A friend is someone who shares.
It’s nice to have a special friend
To tell all your secrets to.
It’s nice to know that someone you like,
Is someone who really likes you.
A friend is someone you call on the phone
To talk about nothing at all.
A friend is someone who cheers you up.
And makes you feel ten feet tall.
Everyone would like to have
A special friend it’s true
But if you want a special friend,
You need to be one, too.
By Author Unknown
A friend is someone who listens,
A friend is someone who cares.
A friend is someone who understands,
A friend is someone who shares.
It’s nice to have a special friend
To tell all your secrets to.
It’s nice to know that someone you like,
Is someone who really likes you.
A friend is someone you call on the phone
To talk about nothing at all.
A friend is someone who cheers you up.
And makes you feel ten feet tall.
Everyone would like to have
A special friend it’s true
But if you want a special friend,
You need to be one, too.
By Author Unknown
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A friend is a person . . .
With whom you can be sincere . . .
To whom you never need to defend yourself . . .
On whom you can depend whether present or absent . . .
With whom you never need pretend . . .
To whom you can reveal yourself without fear of betrayal . . .
Who does not feel he owns you because you are his friend . . .
Who will not selfishly use you because he has your confidence . . .
I would have such a friend . . .
And I would be such a friend . . .
I do have such a friend . . .
You!
By Alfred Armand Montapert
Alfred Armand Montapert was born on 15 July 1906 in Norwich, New London County, Connecticut, United States of America. He was married to Evelyn Beatrice Worth (1907 - 2001). He became a writer. He is known as the author of the book “Supreme Philosophy of Man: The Laws of Life” (1970). Alfred Armand Montapert passed on at 91 years of age on 19 September 1997 in Glendale, Los Angeles County, California, United States of America.
With whom you can be sincere . . .
To whom you never need to defend yourself . . .
On whom you can depend whether present or absent . . .
With whom you never need pretend . . .
To whom you can reveal yourself without fear of betrayal . . .
Who does not feel he owns you because you are his friend . . .
Who will not selfishly use you because he has your confidence . . .
I would have such a friend . . .
And I would be such a friend . . .
I do have such a friend . . .
You!
By Alfred Armand Montapert
Alfred Armand Montapert was born on 15 July 1906 in Norwich, New London County, Connecticut, United States of America. He was married to Evelyn Beatrice Worth (1907 - 2001). He became a writer. He is known as the author of the book “Supreme Philosophy of Man: The Laws of Life” (1970). Alfred Armand Montapert passed on at 91 years of age on 19 September 1997 in Glendale, Los Angeles County, California, United States of America.
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Friends Are Like Angels
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days;
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above;
And we feel we’re surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun;
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings;
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
By Emily Matthews
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days;
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above;
And we feel we’re surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun;
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings;
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
By Emily Matthews
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Friendship
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.
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.
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A circle of friendship . . .
is bound together,
by sharing good moments
and Life’s stormy weather.
And should you feel lonely . . .
you needn’t pretend;
surrender your false pride
and lean on a friend.
A circle of friendship . . .
is a growing delight;
it helps dispel sadness,
as it lets in the ‘light.’
A circle of friendship . . .
warms you in its glow;
take that warmth with you
and feel the ‘love’ grow.
You stand in a circle . . .
with hands reaching out;
the giving of yourself,
is what friendship’s about!
By Author Unknown
is bound together,
by sharing good moments
and Life’s stormy weather.
And should you feel lonely . . .
you needn’t pretend;
surrender your false pride
and lean on a friend.
A circle of friendship . . .
is a growing delight;
it helps dispel sadness,
as it lets in the ‘light.’
A circle of friendship . . .
warms you in its glow;
take that warmth with you
and feel the ‘love’ grow.
You stand in a circle . . .
with hands reaching out;
the giving of yourself,
is what friendship’s about!
By Author Unknown
