It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
How did you meet your oldest friend?
Friends are very important to us. Some we have known for years, and others a shorter time, but that doesn't make them any less important.
It got me thinking.. how did you meet your oldest friend? By oldest, I don't mean the one with the highest age.. I mean the one who you have known the longest.
For me, I met them at school as they were in the same classes as me when we first started at the school. I have spoken to them ever since, and I am happy to class them as my best friend now!
What about you?