For Betty Burton <br />A friend for over thirty years. <br /> <br /> <br />It is funny just how time slips away. <br />It only seems like yesterday <br />when the two of us met, <br />long, long ago in 1976. <br />It was in September of that year <br />a friend persuaded me <br />to go along to a writing class <br />to help boost up the numbers <br />and my moral. <br />With just four pupils <br />and five when I came along, <br />so a small intimate group <br />all with the desire to write, <br />but Betty became <br />the most famous of us all <br />with over thirteen <br />historical romantic bestsellers. <br />She really has made her name. <br />I am proud to say <br />I was there when she began. <br />I remember when <br />she had her first short story published <br />it was a treat to us all. <br />If Betty could do it <br />then there was some hope for us all. <br />She even started teaching <br />and I was a guest speaker <br />at one of her classes, <br />and as the years passed on by, <br />we met up with one another <br />very occasionally, <br />but what remained <br />even to this day <br />was a lasting friendship. <br />About that <br />there is nothing more to say. <br /> <br /> <br />17 January 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lasting-friendship/
