November 20, 1929 & “Broken Friendship”

Since Ella was quite ill from  Nov. 20-Dec. 1, and did not write in her diary,  I will use these dates to add some poems published in “Green Mountain Echoes.” (Not her best.)


 We knew a friendship, you and I,

Far back in the long ago;

Its memory comes to me to-night

Like light from an afterglow.

You thought of me, I thought of you

Far back in the long ago;

You sent me gifts, accepted mine

And life was brighter so.


Broad distances between us lie

And scent of withered things;

Far silences like desert sands

Where rankling nettle clings.

You may not come, I may not go,

The dormant memories lie

Along the way we traveled once

Beneath a fair blue sky.


It may be ^we*   shall meet some day

In some far unknown sphere,

And all the things forgotten be

That wrecked our friendship here.

But we may never know again

The way once open kept,

For winds of time across the trail

The desert sands have swept.


*the word “we” is inserted by hand

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