dog days of summer
many many years ago
we were both so young
i always remember you
when i hear our summer song
my life has changed now
things have turned out differently
lots of household chores
i chop onions to Purcell
streaming eyes sound the trumpet
I was thinking of someone from long ago just this morning. I wouldn't try to get hold of them, but it was a fond memory. Things do turn out differently from what we imagined, way back then.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Rall. Poetry and music - they flow together. 😊
ReplyDeleteI identify with your onion chopping, but I had never heard your beautiful musical choices. Great poem! Are you happy with the way things turned out? What amazing voices those men have!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it interesting how a song will pull us right back into the past? And just because it turns out differently doesn't mean it isn't still beautiful. Great poem, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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