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Dock of the bay

Contributed by gmcse8 on Wednesday, 10th December 2008 @ 11:13:48 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



I saw her first at twilight on the 4th of July in St. Augustine
in beauty, sitting like Otis, on a dock of the bay.
Silhouetted against a red sky, in years not more than fifteen,
looking at her, I know am lost, I can’t tear myself away.

On that dock, I the sailor in my dress whites, she in a pirates hat,
sit, stay to keep another boy away; we talk as the sun goes down.
Watching the fireworks, and celebrations; for hours we sat,
I see naught but her; oblivious to all, in her eyes I want to drown.

She was perfect, a vision that to all others made me blind,
long hair, longer legs, and eyes that refused to be denied.
A true Southern Bell, engaging, funny, smart and refined,
beauty and perfection, I will never get her out of my mind.

The legs are still long and lovely; the hair is shorter and gray,
she is still funny, and smart, the loveliest thing I have ever seen.
Half a century has passed since that walk on the dock that day,
I wake next to her I still see the girl on the dock of the bay, in my mind still fifteen.




Copyright © gmcse8 ... [ 2008-12-10 11:13:48]
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Re: Dock of the bay (User Rating: 1 )
by Mars on Wednesday, 10th December 2008 @ 07:01:38 PM AEST
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Love truly knows no bounds. You didn't love her only for her body, but for who she was. Love can be many things, and this is truly an epitomizes it.


Re: Dock of the bay (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 11th December 2008 @ 08:39:02 AM AEST
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a beautiful write. really, really beautiful. your words placed me right there with you. the imagery was out of this world. and the ending just made me smile. a true love story. fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

-phil




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