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One April day we wandered, in the woods,

The warm sun soon convinced me

That I should stop and lie.

Old Pal was off at a chasing-game

With birds and squirrels. Friends!

I laid my back on a dry, mossy bog:

There, my reason ends.

A female form from the underbrush,

Scantily clad, stepped into view.

Long, blonde tresses tumbling down,

It was then and there that I knew -

That Love had finally come my way.

There was no doubt in-mind.

She knelt beside my prostrate form,

Slipping her hand into mine.

Her long nails tickled, tenderly.

My skin was all afire.

Goose bumps jumped to prominence.

The beginning of - - desire?

Sweet kisses rained upon my face.

My ear her fair lips found.

Emotion surged thro' my being,

As I squirmed there on the ground.

From a soft, brown lace about her neck

A silver pendant hung,

Reflecting Nature's sunlight.

My composure? To the four-winds flung!

The time is right! My crazed mind screams!

I reach to embrace this woodland nymph

My lover says: "BOW WOW???"

My mind is shaken! My heart is sad!

This affair I had hoped would NEVER end.

Yet, while I've lost a precious love,

I still have my "Best friend!?

From Tales of the Trap-Line

By Glen E Smith AKA Ed -

I had a lot of fun writing this poem some years back - - - hope Ya'll enjoy it :-)

It's best to remain faithful to man's best friend

I enjoyed it very much Edd. Nothing like slobering over ones own dog lol.

VERY NICE ED ,ONE OF YOUR BEST THUS FAR HON. MUST JUST SAY YOU HAD ME A LITTLE WORRIED WONDERED WHERE YOU WERE HEADING WITH THIS ONE I HAVE WALKED IN THESE WOODS WITH YOU AND YOUR DOG AND CAN IMAGINE HOW THIS POEM CAME ABOUT

ANNIE

TY Annie, Dan & BG.

April Love did have a very interesting beginning. I was laying in bed one Sunday morning long after I should have been up and gone to church. It seemed that the "glue" that I had drank the night before wouldn't let me open my eyes??

Suddenly, I could feel or sense this "presence" nearby. I was too lazy to move but I struggled to get my eyes open while lying on my right-side. After what seemed like many attempts my one eye popped open and I was nose to muzzle with my big dog Cinders who wanted outside to pee??? It scared the livin' (deleted) out of me but afterwards I started to chuckle about it and had this idea for a poem. LOL It was amazin' how quickly I wrote it out but it musta taken me a year to fine-tune it the way I wanted it.

I first published April Love under the title of October Love to suggest my advancing years and the day-dreams of an older gent - - October being an older month on the calendar, too. However, after much musing and consideration it became clear that it HAD to be April Love? (With apoligies, of course, to Pat Boone and whoever wrote that wonderful song.) I don't think WHY it had to be April Love needs any explanation LOL

We found Cinders stiff as a board at the bottom of the basement stairs a few years later on one very, cold January day. A real old and faithful friend! My boy and I carted her down to the swamp and and buried her in a soft spot beneath the big ash tree that is still there. I think of her everytime I wander by.

TY Ed -

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