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WHAT OTHERS MAY THINK.

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry


Tags: Boy, Girl, Life, Love, 1960


A BOY AND GIRL AND LIFE AND LOVE IN 1960


Submitted:Mar 11, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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Apart from the water tower

and the farm

and a few scattered cottages

there were no other buildings

for a mile or more

just you and Jane

and birds in the early morning sky

I like it at this time of day

she said

I like the fresh smell of nature

and the farm

and having few people about

you walked beside her down the lane

that led away from the farm

you noticed how her black hair

seemed freshly washed

and blew slightly in the mild wind

does you father mind

you being out with me?

you asked softly

he doesn't know

she replied

he thinks I came out alone

for a morning walk

why didn't you tell him?

you asked

he was busy writing his Sunday sermon

and it was easier to just go out

and not disturb him

she said looking around at you

her eyes studying you

as she walked on down the lane

would he mind you being with me?

you asked

I don't think he knows you as yet

seeing as you have only moved here

a few months and don't come

to the church

you stopped and took her hand in yours

it was warm and soft

and pulsed with life

she looked at your hand

holding hers and she rubbed

her thumb over the back

of your hand

you wanted to kiss her lips

or cheek just to feel

her flesh on yours

but you didn't you just looked at her

and waited to see

what she would do next

she let go of your hand

and looked around her

there might be people looking

from those cottages up there

she said suddenly pointing up

at the rising bank which went up

to two cottages high up

if they see us they may tell Father

and then it would be awkward

and he might suspect things

and then she went quiet

and looked at the running stream

by the lane

but we haven't done anything

we just walk out and talk

and hold hands now and then

it's not what we do

it's what others think we do

she said softly

and stood looking at you

waiting for you to speak

but you said nothing

just leaned in close to her

and kissed her cheek

and said

even Christ permitted kisses

even the one from Judas

and she smiled

and the early morning sun

pushed through trees

and shone on her hair

and there was the sound of birds

singing in the air.





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