Saturday, June 28, 2014

Maybe it's winter


Just like a ripe plum
I was so smitten with Julie
With the rosy glow

Then there was Gina
She held my hand at singing
Her eyes were on me

It was a new school
We’d moved to a new township
“Do your best” said mum

But I loved Julie
Whose sweet eyes never left me
Springtime long ago

I’m much older now
Why do I think of those days?
Maybe it’s winter

Image from 1900s.org.uk

6 comments:

  1. Julies can be troublesome..maybe Gina is a steadier hand...wrap up warm!

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  2. I love your deep meandering thoughts. Winter gives us much time for thought me thinks. Thanks for the comment on my post that led me to ponder (I could write a poem about it.)

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  3. Winter always makes us long for spring, and I love your springtime memories.

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  4. Nice I do think because it is winter I went a similar way

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  5. Winter cold has a habit of stirring old warmths. A beautiful memory trail.

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  6. Love that the new school made you happy...:)

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