Saturday, September 17, 2016

Collecting Flowers


I saw her first many years ago
With a basket on her arm
Collecting flowers so she said
But I was the one that she picked

Springtime when we were both young
With a grin on both our faces
She was flicking her blonde hair
And me trying to be so smart

Smite me down if I tell a lie
But before long we were writhing
In the straw around a haystack
Was she a champion kisser

Her dad caught us of course
In his guise as a concerned father
Said it was deplorable behaviour
With me shaking in my boots

Try to be a bit more discreet
He said with a grin on his face
Being a dyed in the wool country man
There was no fire in his voice

Been married now for thirty years
Watched my daughters like a hawk
But they all chose their own partners
Much like their Ma I suppose

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21 comments:

  1. Like the last line... fond acceptance as history repeats!!

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  2. love around a haystack, so romantic :)

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  3. This made me think of The Darling Buds of May - but a bit edgier..halcyon are good to remember

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  4. ha there are so many Bollywood romantic Hindi songs in and around the haystack...your lines remind me of that :)

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  5. This is soo incredibly sweet and romantic 💖

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  6. haystack kisses nice share; happy Sunday Robin

    much love...

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  7. This made me smile, Robin!! It seems the daughters had a good example.

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  8. I love "But I was the one that she picked." It sounds like her father understood about life and young love. I love "watched my daughters like a hawk". They had a good dad, too.

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  9. What wonder it is when we can booth choose and be chosen...

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  10. I love this roll in the hay — nonny-nonny! — piece!

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  11. You have a lovely knack for imbuing your pieces with a wonderful human quality. This is a treat!

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  12. What a beautifully told tale, Robin. Put a smile on my face.

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  13. A sporting father is always a gem of a guy, Robin! Not many are privileged!

    Hank

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  14. It is the way of things....and young people rarely ask their parents.

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  15. Sounds like she chose wisely with her basket of delights!

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  16. This made me smile from the inside out--i watched my girls like a hawk as well!

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  17. Ah, how nice to be collected, much as a flower!

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