SUNDAY MORNING STROLL


We walked along the snow covered lane holding hands
It was winter and the bright sun shining,
we in love, all was to me oh so grand
I could feel the ring on her hand


A white blanket of snow covered the land
only two other tracks along the lane
deer and fawn out browsing
far from their usual habitat


We talked of this and of that
just innocuous words, just plain chatter
listening for a bird to sing
looking up to see a hawk soaring


In our own little world
just two old lovers
holding hands, being with each other
our version of Sunday morning church


Walking the lane as we had
many years ago when
she was a young lass and I
a virile young lad


We paused, we kissed
kicked some snow
each wondering
how many more?



By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)

 

 

 




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