Friday, February 1, 2013

LoPoWriMo #1

The girl with the red hair

made my head throb

I'd seen her on my way to the canteen
She would call out
"There are more fish in the sea"

I got a letter
We had met at camp
she wanted to know
if we could get together

I envisioned her
as a ravishing brown haired beauty
I promptly wrote back
I promised to visit her

I'll never forget how
her hand fit into mine
I asked the girl to marry me
she said, "yes."

The girl with the red hair
is now a grandmother
she still makes my heart pound

W.J. Lindberg, Crossout Poem

Source: Reminisce, August/September 2012 Issue, Page 39.

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