Oh, Lovely You
I was looking for adventure, but found you!
Intent on the coming fight, when out of the blue
You were in my sight and then in my heart and mind.
Oh, that all the things I face were now behind.
Lovely you! How did our destinies mingle?
Our dreams were varied, but here became single!
A great warrior, confident, rough, and battle tried;
Became a lad with begging heart and wishful sigh!
Oh, to touch your golden hair and hold you tight,
But my feelings strong should wait ’til after the fight!
As I gaze in your blue eyes, can you, my soul, see?
Be mine, I will it! My heart is yours to be!
Should I lose the fight, I will die loving you;
But I intend to win and your heart pursue!
A Sonnet for Helen
Helen, I don’t like you, just stay away.
Boys laugh at you and say you have cooties.
They tease you nearly every school day.
You’re far from being one of their beauties.
Helen, I don’t like seeing them hurt you.
Why do bullies tease another classmate?
But if I speak up, they will tease me too.
I don’t know if I can handle their hate.
Helen, I hurt for you and search my soul
With anguished heart since I can’t ease your pain.
The cruel world is beyond my control
All that I could ever do would be in vain.
Be brave, Helen, and do not grow bitter
Pray I’ll grow bold and won’t stay a quitter.
Helen, a noble name versed in Greek fame;
Derived from Venus, the goddess of love.
Pledged to Paris as the loveliest flame.
Helen’s torment saddens angels above.
Your family is of Irish descent;
Sturdy Celtic blood flows rich in your veins.
The chiders’ foolish mocking is misspent;
Bold ones arise and bind your foes with chains.
Each has worth; we are equals in our land.
By lifting those unfortunate in life
We ensure that we and others can stand
Above the selfish haters who spew strife.
Helen, the mean ones seem on top today;
But, have faith, their evil will sour their way.
Spring ascends earth’s throne with triumph and might.
It routs winter as buds defy the chill.
School agriculture programs with delight
Lead teens to raise livestock to learn the skill.
The high schools send students to the State Fair
Where livestock and food are given awards.
“Get on the school bus! There’s no time to spare.
Have your name checked on the roster clipboards.”
It takes two hours from the school to get there.
A lunch stopover is marked on the way.
Thoughts of fun, food, rides, and games spark the air
Well tossed balls win your girl a big stuffed bear.
Oh, let’s go to the fair so far from home;
From fun to excitement we ache to roam.
On the packed bus, I found two empty seats.
I sit, then, ‘No!’ Helen takes the last place.
I said, “Hi”, but likely blushed red like beets
Anger and kindness within ran their race.
I ignored her, but felt her warm presence.
She left me alone as inward I burned.
I escaped in my mind through thoughts intense;
She talked with her friends, so she twisted and turned.
Time passed. I found myself fully aware
Of her firm warm body’s touch against mine.
Feelings I never knew started to flare.
I struggled but my feelings would not decline.
Childhood games cannot stand against the heat
Grownup awareness becomes life’s new beat.
The State Fair is an overdose of thrills;
Cycles in barrels; the loud car races;
Sweets ’til your belly aches can cure your ills.
In your mind, it seems the best of places.
“Go and get on the bus. It’s time to leave.”
I head for my seat, hoping, ‘Yes, she’s there!’
“Hi” was the only word I could achieve.
Against her, quiet with fear, was hard to bear.
It’d be a long ride for we did not speak
Or acknowledge each other on the road.
Oh, what a cruel game of hide and seek;
My emotions were ready to explode.
‘Helen, if you can read my mind, say so.
If you do not like me, please let me know.’
Shortly after leaving the State Fair grounds,
Night pounced upon our bus with gleaming rays
From a full moon and all the twilight sounds.
Around us and next to me, nature plays.
Helen fell asleep sitting next to me.
I turned and gladly lent her my shoulder
And felt giddy as she snuggled carefree.
I’d never be unfair; could I hold her?
The fragrance of her soft brown hair was nice
And her soft, sweet breath played across my cheek;
To her, I’d give my life, such a small price
To pay, she was all I could ever seek.
When we listen to the crowd as they tease;
We lose a gem we’d love someday to please.