Ode to Tricia


Tricia and I became friends, long, long ago.
Here is a story of how it is so.

A common love of animals came to be true.
As well, as gardening and drinking coffee too.

Outdoors is the best place to be.
That’s where you’ll find we’d rather be.

Around the campfire, scary stories are told.
Tricia tells the best ones.. and Scott says “that’s getting old”.

We once tried to fly a kite, down a side road.
And had no success, for the wind didn’t blow.

Each year we carve pumpkins, and roast the seeds to our delight.
And always act silly most of the night.

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