Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Vivid Souvenirs of Sunrise
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What a wild ride you’ve given;
what a merry chase we’ve known,
through the souvenirs of sunrise
where we ventured all alone.
What a splendid form you showed me
when you sashayed round in grace;
long and lean with sweets between,
and caring soft across your face.
What a tea-party you showed me
during time's remembered lore;
when of Alice I knew nothing,
and you led me through the door.
With such loving arms you took me;
with a tender touch not known,
you and I softly ascended
to a rapture all our own.
What a time - I’ll not forget it,
when we sailed the thunder’s might,
through the magic, through the lightning,
of our youth’s enchanted night!
[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 05-17-2000).]