Once in a blue moon
you find some friends
(or they find you)
Who stand with you
through ups and downs
thick and thinWho laugh at your jokes
dance in your happiness
drink to life and loveWho sit with you in tragedy
hold you when you are afraid
brush away your tearsWho love you
just the way you are
no matter whatOnce in a blue moon
you find some friends
(or they find you)True blue friends
Photo: August’s Blue Moon over Mount Pilchuck, Washington. By Beth A. Richardson.
All the Wonders 
This is lovely, Beth! Thanks so much for sharing your blue moon.
Thanks, Lynn. It was a lot of fun taking pictures last evening.
Words as stunning as the photo
Thank you, Joan. Blessings!
That is an awesome picture Beth…it almost looks like there are two moons, or a shadow moon hanging lower to the left. Your poem is a perfect fit …love it !
Thank you, Kristi. Blessings!
Your words are a needed reminder of what it means to be a friend. Thsnk you for the words and thee beautiful photograph.
Thanks, Richard. Blessings!