The Sun in Your Hair
The sun in your hair
Your frail hands on your book
The smile we shared
The magnet of your look
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Memories of my youth
Doggin’ the girls
Sharon, Elaine, Lois, Ruth
Bracelets, pearls
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So many choices
Forks everywhere
A chorus of voices
Filling the air
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Oh, that feeling!
Gallup of a colt
Senses reeling
Nuts and bolt
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So now I’m here
And you’re over there
Fantasy mere
The sun in your hair
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O.G. Hawkins
This poem takes me on a “trip” down memory lane. Can I still have the sun in my hair, if age has nothing to do with it??
Ah, the sun in my hair – a rich chestnut brown , the sun highlighting flecks of amber and red. As gravatar indicates that is no longer the case nor has it been for quite some time.
LOL I can totally relate to that, however I will be swaying my golden – gray locks on Saturday night at the Roger Waters “The Wall” concert!!!
really good!! love it