scribbler
Aug 02, 2012

THAT YOUNG GIRL

A summer eve
a baseball game
a girl who didn't
know my name

A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all

Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into true love

Marriage and kids
soon raised and gone
a single soul
that I lean on

Years like pages
in a long book
I see that young girl
each time I look

*for Susan after 38 years

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Dalton

12 years 9 months ago

Its wonderful shes your muse. Your lucky to have such a wife to give you visions. Shes your Aisling

John

S

You are right about my being lucky.............stan

S

No matter how long I gaze, I'll always see that young girl I saw that night............stan

S

Thank you very much.............stan

S

I hope she can put up with me One more year much less 38 lol............stan

weirdelf

A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all

Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into love

phone is not necessary, true is a loss, but hear how it scans better?

Oh wait, I forgot, you don't speak English, you speak South Carolinan

S

Kind of amazing that though I speak Carolina southern and you speak Australian we still both can read English lol. I'll think about those changes. I used true to give a bit od alliteration . Might be a mistake in a minimalist poem like this. Thanks for coming by and dropping off some suggestions. Now I'll get out my Aussie- Southern dictionary and see if I can interpret them lmao..............stan

S

Who was it said "Americans and British are two people separated by a common language"? I guess the same hold true for Australians lol...........stan