Henrietta, Texas, Spring 1956 — It was the sixth grade for me, and our English teacher Mrs. Lyles gave us a huge blue textbook, which was filled with short stories, and poems, mostly Lord Boron and Percy Bitch Shelley and some other people, who seemed just a bit hysterical, but it fit my proclivities just fine.
And I caught a bad case of poetry.
And now, direct from my fevered 12-year old mind in the heart of Texas, a poem. Hope you enjoy it …
Seeking adventure, I sallied forth,
Upon the dark and Wondrous plain.
Deep in my heart, I carried a dream,
Unmarred by pleasure or pain.
Further I wandered, More yet I saw,
Where na’er mortal mad-men’s eyes ventured before.
Further I wandered, and further more still
for I knew in my heart that there had to be more!
You, precious one, are now part of my being.
My love once lay dormant, my eyes never seeing.
Then entered in Love, and my heart sprouted wings.
And I knew in my heart, ’twas fate’s hand struck the strings.
I won’t apologize. It’s one of those things a person has to go through, in order to later develop good sense.
There. I said it. I said it and I’m glad.