I will always be grateful to Enid
A dear friend I had for three years at school
We smiled in the class and then off we dashed
At days end as we could both fly away
Rubbing shoulders talking of many things
Perhaps really were far too close in fact
When we both left school at three forty five
Then some irked parent complained to the head
So we in future we took the lesser lanes
I was offered job by one of school's board
So I flew away from that loving bond
I often wonder what came of my girl
Who won her heart that I dearly cherished
We had talked of art and played tennis too
And ballet which she hoped to do one day
I am sure she had the grace to perform
Once I had left we were but scattered leaves
Never set eyes on her ever again
My life then took a different route
It was my fault I let such bounty go
I still remember my last kiss with her
When she got in her dad's truck
Sacks of potatoes
In the back
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I love the ending of this story poem - we all need an Enid in our lives
ReplyDeleteGreat memories. I, too, liked the ending.
ReplyDeleteI love the 'scattered leaves' image.
ReplyDeleteIn the end, potatoes count for more than any lost relationship, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteThe nostalgia sing sweet and clear in this one, a heart-nudge towards those young loves that got away.
ReplyDeleteThis was a fun poem to read, I liked your tale of two school chums and their separation to stay. Facebook asks the ladies to include maiden names. I can't find one I really would like to see how she is doing. That was before cell phones and social networking. Maybe she's too happy to be wanting those.
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"we were but scattered leaves,".. this is such an evocative image!💝
ReplyDeleteLost love and memories from a sack of potatoes. An interesting sport for a last kiss.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful memories. I wonder...is she the one that got away?
ReplyDeleteI loved the feel of this--tender and poignant--it makes the loss more difficult I think--
ReplyDeleteOur lives and the people in it do scatter like leaves. Some come back.
ReplyDeletesocial media has been useful in uniting all those scattered leaves!
ReplyDeleteGreat memories Robin, luv the spicyness of reckless youth in that kiss among the potato sacks, stuff for an interesting painting
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday
Much💚love
We all have our Enids, don't we?
ReplyDeletereading your poem brings back all these memories. In school i once knew a girl who had the same interest as me, art and drawing, and we had many happy times together, but once we left school, we were like "scattered leaves" (can't help quoting you). maybe one day i will write about that. :)
We need those memories, those splashes of people who changed us, made our lives more coloruful.
ReplyDeletei liked the story within your poem there, O.G. reminds me of my teenage days where some of my friends just walked away for the rest of life, never knowing when we'd ever cross paths again. these were friend classmates not love friends like yours though. great write!
ReplyDeleteThose potatoes really get around! I've seen them on three different blogs today. This is unlike Enid, who seems a more steadfast type. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful, wholesome memory of a loving bond.
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