Evening of musical crickets
I remember those teenage summer romances
One moment we're all playing sandlot baseball
The next we're breathless looking at the boy next door.
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"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Monday, August 08, 2011
Magpie Tales #77
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They were the best romances..because it was all new and so exciting...bkmReplyDelete
some of the best times...ReplyDelete
Some of them were epitome of innocent moments...ReplyDelete
Coy silence or sometimes saying it all in one go and running away to save embarrassment...
Lovely haiku...brings back many memories ;)
Excellent recapture of those innocent times!ReplyDelete
Those were the days alright!ReplyDelete
How can you ever forget?ReplyDelete
Those few words say it all..a rush, an expectation...perfect!ReplyDelete
Lovely poem perfectly fits the image.ReplyDelete
Ah, the sensation of fingertips glancing over the back of your neck...then the kiss.ReplyDelete
Sophistication does not compare with the dear clumsiness of those summer nights.
Butterflies in your tummy.ReplyDelete
Love and romance was so respected back in those days. I enjoy love-story films about and actually from this era. Those boys next door...aaaahhhh.....ReplyDelete
Come on now ... were you watching me? Beautiful work, Ms. Kathe!!ReplyDelete
Taut, effective write.ReplyDelete
Love this! Thank you.ReplyDelete
Summer wouldn't be summer without the musical crickets.ReplyDelete