Mary Macdonald, friend

My dear friend Peg, who ever knew

when 50 years ago we started a friendship so true

that over the years, soulmates and confidants we would be.

Each other’s safe harbour, port in a storm, and protected lee.

Sitting on the rocks at CQE sharing deep thoughts

Not expecting any of the adventures the subsequent 50 years have brought.

Canoe trips in the freezing cold rain

Trying to get the fly sheet on the new tent in vain.

Giving up on the fire and climbing into the tent

With peanut butter and sherry feeling quite totally spent.

Then there was the extensive “training” for the big hikes

Climbing the knoll at Christy Pits all of once – or was it twice – yikes!

Then off we set for the Queen Charlottes and the Chilcoot Trail

“Oh my god this is hard” we certainly did wail.

But we did it and by our success were quite chuffed

So back we went to the West Coast Trail which was even more rough.

We finished that drenched and covered in mud,

But finish we did, and we weren’t covered in blood!

Remember white tablecloths were our requirement for where we would eat

On that last night in Victoria where we did celebrate and rest our weary feet?

Then there have been all the days hiking and talking and sharing life views

And in between always staying in touch with each other and our news.

Because here we stand now, our birthdays in the past

Knowing we created a friendship that was clearly meant to last.

For all the wonderful memories my dear friend I say a very big thank you

And to you as my BFF, I will always be true!