E.O. you old rascal you
When I was nineteen
Jamie took me to see you
Way up on your mountain
Still mean and still lean
And though no longer young
You were sinew and oak
You were salt of the earth
We sat as you told us
How it had been
How you'd fed your family
When times had been thin
The afternoon passed
And I reached for your cheek
To give it a peck
Till next time we'd meet
That's no way to kiss
Was all that you said
And you kissed with such vigor
I'll never forget!
Such a surprise
And such nervous laughter
Jamie stepped in, said shame
"She could be your daughter!"
But my forever nineteen self
Has wondered aplenty
What must you have been like
As a young buck of twenty!
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Author:
Lorna (
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A well-written tribute to the men who were real in every sense Lorna - - they certainly meant what they said and did - - though you were only nineteen methinks that woudl have been a kiss to remember. Great read.
It was Fay! - thanks - I know "abuse" by men is bad but I think it's gone over the top to where even flirting and playfulness has become taboo - hope they don't cut off their noses to spite their faces.
Good write, that man has seen life and is full of knowledge.
Yup - that he was!
Great fun read Lorna
Thanks Michael!
"If He kisses like Country ~ He is Country" Thanks for sharin' LORNA ! I love the Appalachians ~ the few remaining Ole Timers with their Blue Grass an' banjo pickin' etc. But be quick they are a dyin' breed ! Yours BRIAN (UK)
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