Behind the garden shed
Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 6:17 pm
I've been going through my document file and creating a series of new files for Finished Poems, short poems etc and was surprised at just how many there were.
As we were talking about early love I thought I'd put this one up; It's probably been posted before somewhere!
Behind The Shed
Remember how we use to meet behind your fathers shed,
out through the window down the tree so silently I sped.
I’d sneak out through the shadows that were cast upon the ground,
ignoring then the consequence if we were ever found.
You’d greet me with a clumsy kiss although still out of breath,
I’d tell you that I loved you then, despite my fear of death.
For if your father caught us I was sure he’d blow his top,
he may forgive his darling girl, but I’d be for the chop.
We’d whisper then of wedding plans in years that lay ahead,
then giggle at this escapade and thoughts of being wed.
I’d look into your lovely eyes and you stare into mine,
back in those days when I was ten and you had just turned nine.
*****
© T.E. Piggott
As we were talking about early love I thought I'd put this one up; It's probably been posted before somewhere!
Behind The Shed
Remember how we use to meet behind your fathers shed,
out through the window down the tree so silently I sped.
I’d sneak out through the shadows that were cast upon the ground,
ignoring then the consequence if we were ever found.
You’d greet me with a clumsy kiss although still out of breath,
I’d tell you that I loved you then, despite my fear of death.
For if your father caught us I was sure he’d blow his top,
he may forgive his darling girl, but I’d be for the chop.
We’d whisper then of wedding plans in years that lay ahead,
then giggle at this escapade and thoughts of being wed.
I’d look into your lovely eyes and you stare into mine,
back in those days when I was ten and you had just turned nine.
*****
© T.E. Piggott