Summer of '69
The magic of falling in love for the first time
I was six, and you my love were nine
That summer when we first saw the land rise
In a magical place where I knew you were mine
The adults fought, but we my love, were wise
We were children of the cities and plains
The hills and mountains we had never seen
Inverted pool of shiny stars on the moon’s reins
Looking up, happiest we had ever been
Dog violet, you plucked from the verdant mountain
On your scratched knees you asked me to marry you
Starry eyed I said yes, just as it began to rain
Little did we know, it was our signal to say adieu
I married and then I married yet again
All my life, the magic of that moment, I searched for in vain
About the Creator
meenu
A writer , a storyteller, and an editor, Meenu has been playing with words ever since she can remember. Deeply interested in observing people, cultures and history, she enjoys exploring them in her writings for magazines and film scripts.
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