Summer Fete
Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss
More than guesses were intact
Lining up to act upon a string instrument under a sunshine star
There a sweet, sweet girl and classical guitar
Self-administer a sweet smell as the general public demonstrate kiss and tell
The first time sun kissed feet meet is the first great feat
And more to scratch into a journal of the dog days heat
Few bare bodies are shown to hide
His first summer at the bank side
He’s an abrupt sounding cuss
But he’s got good heart in ways
He hates to kick up a fuss
But he hates to part a brief gaze
She darted a meaningful glance that made a tiny fish dance
And now his dreams were stolen and sold, and pushed for the old
Now, to a stop a boy to grow up being ever cold
To ponder and smile on his late night pillow
To think about the sun, the summer and the willow
But the kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss…
Its he she’s loving, it’s his nothing she’s for
To him, really nothing more than a boy to ignore
But just for you did she let choose a boy to adore
Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss...
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