A Beautiful Summer Romance

SUMMER ROMANCE

There’s romance blooming in the field
And flirting taking place
Sweet William’s charmed by countless winks
From Black Eyed Susan’s face

2000 Phyllis VanVleck

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As the earth awakens

SPRING FANTASY

The earth is ready for her Prom.
Awakened from her rest,
With a field full of flowers
As a corsage on her breast.

There’s romance blooming in that field,
And flirting’s taking place . . .
Sweet William’s charmed by countless winks
From Black-eyed Susan’s face.

7/29/05 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Two young lovers dance all night

JUNIOR PROM

Junior Prom night, so long ago . . .
Me and my beau
Ribbons and tie
Both of us shy

My first dance gown, heavenly blue
His suit was new
Rosebuds and lace
A blushing face

A borrowed car with top rolled down
Long drive to town
Full moon, bright gold
His hand to hold

A wish upon a falling star . . .
Luck from afar
Night of romance
Thrills from a glance

Two young lovers, a lovely sight
Dancing all night
Part of the past
That went so fast

2/20/90 Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck

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Night’s yellow globe

                FULL MOON

 

Full moon –

    night’s yellow globe,

        frosting the world in gold,

            infecting lovers with romance …

                God’s gift.

 

8/1/05              Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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In honor of tonight’s full moon

                FULL MOON

 

Full moon –

    night’s yellow globe,

        frosting the world in gold,

            infecting lovers with romance …

                God’s gift.

 

8/1/05              Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Cinquain for you today

                FULL MOON

 

Full moon

    night’s yellow globe,

        frosting the world in gold,

            infecting lovers with romance …

                God’s gift.

 

8/1/05              Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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The Old Porch Swing

THE OLD PORCH SWING

       

Just old boards and rusted chains

The old swing hanging there

It’s hardly ever used now

But saw its time of wear

 

‘Twas there Dad held hands with Mom

As groom and lovely bride

And through the years it also held

Six children at their side

 

There I rocked my dolls to sleep

Or so I would pretend

And there I giggled endlessly

With Crystal, my best friend

 

Whenever I was punished

And thinking life unfair

I’d swing awhile in its arms

While seeking solace there

 

On moonlit summer evenings

My Mom sat in the swing

And as it moved back and forth

I’d hear her hum and sing

 

Then I would sit beside her

Being quiet as could be

And listen to her sweet soft voice

Singing old-time songs for me

 

My Grandpa often sat there

As he sprinkled the grass

Chewing wads of Granger Twist

And spitting with rural class

 

The swing was witness to my muse

Yes, almost every time

It was the perfect place for me

And my attempts at rhyme

 

So fertile seeds of poetry

Were sown in that old swing

As sitting there, deep in thought

I rhymed most everything.

                  

Initials are carved on its arms

In hearts that entwine

Symbols of my first romance

(A hand grooved valentine)

 

And as I entered dating years

I’d sit with current beau

Saying things that sweethearts say

While swinging to and fro

 

There I received a diamond

On a warm starlit night

For such a romantic evening

The old swing seemed just right 

 

Three generations of infants

Were cuddled on the swing

Memories recall for each of us

The lullabies we’d sing

 

It often held our neighbors

Who came to chat a spell

If the swing had a memory

What stories it could tell

 

The old boards and rusted chains

Will soon be tossed away

But I’ll remember throughout life

That swing of yesterday

 

 

6/18/88        Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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