My best friend Jake [ by Winston Staples ]


beaver-dam-construction It is early in the morning; I can not sleep, and as I lie here, I think about my best friend Jake. When I was a young lad, probably about eight, when I went to school, I met my best friend Jake. In the summer, we would fish, and go swimming in the lake, and in the winter, I would be found skating on a pond,with my best friend Jake. We did everything together, as we grew through our teens; We harvested crops, went to school and out grew our jeans. We gave a helping hand to others in need, me, and my best friend Jake. Jake is gone now, since 1968; He lost his life in a man made lake; now some mornings, as I lie here and meditate; I often think about, my best friend Jake.

~ WINSTON STAPLES

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Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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