A poem, Time span almost forgotten
The good times
I was busy doing my spring cleaning when suddenly my mind returned to yesteryear
A time span almost forgotten. The joy of my first true love comes rushing back like an out of control wild brush fire
The happy, lazy day's of summer. The walks on Current River Beach. The week-end camping. The good times fueled by desire
The drive-in movie, arms wrapped tightly, tears flowing when Nicholson died in Cucook's nest
Playing tennis, watching football, square dancing with our best friends, western boots and hats. Good times that was simply the very best
What a fun-filled life we had
Our baby boy so sweet
Reminds me to never again feel bitter and sad
The good times really outweighed any bad
As the old ' Ski nose ' would certainly have said, " Thank's for the memories " (RIP)
Post note...This is the first time I have been able to think about my past life with a smile on my face.
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