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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Picnic in the Park

She came from the west and call from the east
He give directions for home, she was a young
They met at west-side home on his drive way

She said, “There is no windmill on the east-side
He said, are you nowhere? She said, now here
She added lets load-up and where willow park

She was directed by him, they drove the park
They had choice of picnic or walk and talk
She preferred walk and talk in a wooded trail

Walking and talking they reached trail fork.
One full of rocks takes above rail Road Bridge  
Other full of bushes leads under the rail bridge

He led her under bridge near the small sallow creak
They were viewing trickling water between rocks
He was telling how he met mother and fall in love  

He told, ‘Look at honey there are boys and girl’
She said, “Talk about sensations and temptations”
He show girl playing in creek water, he greeted her

Youngsters were first year students at University
They were very good listeners and communicators
Five of them talked about connecting generations

Indirectly he explain danger of emotional involvement
He told boys, have a joy of a sight of beautiful faces,
And hear the music of heart, but no touch and taste.

Girl’s face start blushing, she suddenly became serious
Boys were wondering, they were lost in the thoughts
He said, “Boys don’t disgrace the male gentle quality

Youngsters understood they became kinder to the girl
Then fair lady laugh lightly, cross the creek with grace
Youngsters laughed mildly and modestly left the creek.     

Where eastern gentleness and western grace meets
There they have purity for caress and mingling arises

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