I read this wonderful children’s poem a while back and had forgotten it. It is heartwarming and enchanting, like all poems for children (and bigger children) should be sometimes.
It talks about friendships not just with people or our pets but also with objects like a maple 🍁 tree, the wind, the leaves, a gurgling brook, a rock even. I love the word ‘brook’.
We form attachments not just to people but to these objects in our environment for a reason — some explainable but most remain unexplainable yet mysteriously special for a reason only you know.
Here is Joan’s poem:
A friend is someone who likes you.
It can be a boy…
It can be a girl…
Or a cat…
Or a dog…
Or even a white mouse.
A tree can be a different kind of a friend.
It doesn’t talk to you, but you know it likes you, because it gives you apples….
Or sometimes a place to swing.
A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles.
It cools your toes and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don’t feel like speaking.
The wind can be a friend too.
It sings soft songs to you at night
when you are sleepy and feeling lonely.
Sometimes it calls you to play.
It pushes you from behind
as you walk and makes
the leaves dance for you.
It is always with you
wherever you go,
and that’s how you know
it likes you.
A Friend is Someone Who Likes You,
~ Joan Walsh Angulnd, 1958