Listening to every heart
Out in the country, town of 300,
doing those things that kids do.
Enjoying all of nature, the end of the 50’s,
loving life, and heaven, it’s true.
There was a secret place I kept to myself
and waited for my parents to leave,
once the car’s gone, up into heaven
pretending there was an Adam to my Eve.
Up into the plum tree I’d climb
where the fruit was not yet ripe,
but oh, the purpleness of that fruit
and I’d yearn for that first bite.
Sometimes I’d sit there, patiently waiting
for the fruit to ripen on the vine.
No one could see me up in the tree
in that special hiding place of mine.
And that summer, oh it was long
till the fruit into fruition came.
Still a bit early, but you know the old song
“oh Mom, the stomach pain!”
09 Aug 99
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow