a football game
a friendly face
a familiar ache
a heart to take
a grassy ground
a happy sound
a white cap found
a dream unwound
a bit of sass
a flirty trap
a smile to last
a future and past
a little white truck
a hope untucked
with fate and luck
in love I'm stuck
ah, Christian did you write that? :)
ReplyDeleteAww, sweet. I like the 'bit of sass' part.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving your poem from the good old days! Did you write it now, or then?
ReplyDeleteJamie--yeah, I wish!
ReplyDeleteMaren--yes, the bit of sass was VERY important, too!
Monica--I wrote than today...just looking back :)
Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletehow much poetry like that did we write in high school?
ReplyDeletedo you remember when we'd read it to each other over the phone?
do you recall that it often used our "code names"-- because i sure do.
Love that. Sweet and very descript
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