I took a little "Poetic License"
with the way my parents met~~~~
OK~~~~so I took a lot of
"Poetic License"~~~~~
But it was kind of like this~~~~
In the thicket
On top of the hill, where the blueberries grow,
Is where I first met my handsome young beau.
My sister and I were busy gathering berries,
He strolled down the lane, and he really tarried.
Handsome and tall, dark and distracting!!
We laughed and giggled, how silly we were acting.
He look so bored, yet we knew we were seen,
I thought he was looking at my sister, Marlene.
I plunged in the thicket, more berries to harvest,
That's when I discovered the stickers were sharpest.
I let out a shriek, and the blood started flowing,
He gave me his handkerchief, and smiled oh, so knowing.
Wasn't long till we started to court, he and I,
Attending a box social, or a square dance near by.
My dad didn't think it was really too cricket,
For me to date someone I had met in a thicket.
Sixty long years have passed since we first met,
And there is not one of those years I regret.
For we have spent them together, my sweet beau and I,
The Blueberry thicket makes the sweetest of pies!!!
karen
10-20-05
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