Treasured Friendships


My welcome mat is always out
For friends who come to call;
They never need to ring or knock,
I'm glad to see them all.


My friendships are the the anchord ships
That touch the homing shore,
And they are the fragrant flowers
That blossom at my door


My friendships warm the drifting snow
And cool with summer breeze;
They fill the golden pages of
My book of memories.


They are enduring treasures
Rare jewels that fill my chest,
Strong trust in all my efforts,
Deep faith to meet each test


My friends are glowing lamps to me
Thier radiance cheers my ways,
And every pathway where I walk
Is lit by friendships' rays.

Author: Elizabeth Weaver Winstead