This is tells of my parents second meeting, she was about 13, he 8 years older. He first saw her when she was a newborn and he went with his father, the local preacher, when he visited her family to welcome the new baby. Their names were Amos and Daisy. T
An ankle peeked over her shoe
As she drove her ducks to the banks of a creek
She studied them with eyes so blue
Deftly he strode from the opposite way
With the confidence of a young bull
Shocks of dark hair framed darker yet eyes
That assessed the scene in full
Her attention was drawn to the young man
He was well known in these parts
Would he remember her from years gone by?
Would there be a connection in their hearts?
As he neared her his heart beat faster
My, she had grown into a beauty
A smile slipped across his face
He thought, I've got to speak to this cutie
She grew quite shy when she saw he would speak
And wondered what she would do
But when he said, "Howdy Daisy"
She "howdied" Amos too!
They continued walking their own ways
Staying calm with their excitement intact
But they blew their plans to play it cool
When they caught each other looking back
Seventy years later they counted their blessings
Of children, greats and grands
Who would have thought that day at the creek
God would have such plans
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 03:43
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Sweet Beginnings
The calico billowed at her long legged stepsAn ankle peeked over her shoe
As she drove her ducks to the banks of a creek
She studied them with eyes so blue
Deftly he strode from the opposite way
With the confidence of a young bull
Shocks of dark hair framed darker yet eyes
That assessed the scene in full
Her attention was drawn to the young man
He was well known in these parts
Would he remember her from years gone by?
Would there be a connection in their hearts?
As he neared her his heart beat faster
My, she had grown into a beauty
A smile slipped across his face
He thought, I've got to speak to this cutie
She grew quite shy when she saw he would speak
And wondered what she would do
But when he said, "Howdy Daisy"
She "howdied" Amos too!
They continued walking their own ways
Staying calm with their excitement intact
But they blew their plans to play it cool
When they caught each other looking back
Seventy years later they counted their blessings
Of children, greats and grands
Who would have thought that day at the creek
God would have such plans
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 03:43
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