Saturday 26 October 2019

The girl with green eyes


I'm deep in the woods
Breathing in its scent
Sat down by the water
As is ripples away
I remember one day

Once we rode horses
Your friend owned them
Before you left me
Deep in the forest
Where we had a rest

We patted their necks
They nodded their heads
One nibbled the grass
Foxes concerned you
Fearing a to do

There was no problem
With their whinny call
Sending firm message
Releasing her fear
She was such a dear

Just where is she now?
It's such a long time
I loved her green eyes
I sit by the stream
Of her I still dream

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/horse-back-autmn-fall-82497/



15 comments:

  1. This is as romantic and wistful as a fairy story - I hope she returns

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  2. Horses and foxes in the forest - how lovely.

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  3. Dreams of old flames die hard, don't they?

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  4. Dreams keep those good times alive, definitely a wonderful thing. I always enjoy your writing, Robin. You have been a faithful writer and reader for so many years....an example to us really.

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  5. She was obviously the one that got away. Thank goodness that we can extract sweet memories from Dreams.

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  6. This sounds like such a wonderful dream... but there are always roads diverging.

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  7. Romantic and lovely memory Robin!

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  8. Green eyes *are* captivating and a bit mystical.

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  9. This is so romantic and wistful at the same time, Robin!❤️ Love this!!😃

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  10. So tenderly told. Sweet dreams!

    You always create vivid pictures with your words, and tell satisfying stories at the same time. A gift to your readers!

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  11. Watch those green eyed girls.

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  12. Sad that after all these years you remember her still, in spite of having a wife that you loved.

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  13. Ah, indeed, where are they now Robin? I suspect that - after so many years - its probably one of those mysteries that should be filed with the 'gentle kindness' variety. Then again, we never really know, do we ~ smiles ~

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  14. I love the way you set the scene in the opening stanza, Robin, with the scent of the woods and rippling water. I'm right there with you. A romantic memory.

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  15. such a romantic tale, Robin.
    i read somewhere that green eyes are the rarest colour.
    i guess most of us have memories of 'old flames'.

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