The Sun in Your Hair

The sun in your hair
Your frail hands on your book
The smile we shared
The magnet of your look
Memories of my youth
Doggin’ the girls
Sharon, Elaine, Lois, Ruth
Bracelets, pearls
So many choices
Forks everywhere
A chorus of voices
Filling the air
Oh, that feeling!
Gallup of a colt
Senses reeling
Nuts and bolt
So now I’m here
And you’re over there
Fantasy mere
The sun in your hair
O.G. Hawkins
 

4 comments

  1. Carl D'Agostino

    Ah, the sun in my hair – a rich chestnut brown , the sun highlighting flecks of amber and red. As gravatar indicates that is no longer the case nor has it been for quite some time.

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