THE GIFT

I’ve thumbed my way through catalogues
But couldn’t find a thing
To give a friend a special gift;
Not Cooper Petty opal nor one caret diamond ring.

I racked my brain well into night.
Frustration caused me grief.
AHA… how ‘bout some coral.
But alas, he owns a reef.

Oh woe is me, now I’m annoyed.
I’m losing sleep as well as mind.
What can I get for a mate
Who’s always been so kind?

Already dawn is breaking
And I still can’t find a thing.
But like the little drummer boy
I’ll play for you my tune.
And as I need a chorus
I’ll have the snowbird sing.

©Copyright February 5, 2009 by Alan L. Winters

Author’s Note: Birthday Greetings to Anthony W. Pahl OAM