My Childhood Lover

"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 Take sugar canes; if not, take bitter gourds. Munch, while listening to my tales, Chums, My heroic acts ... mischievous records. Before becoming a teen, ah, beat Drums! I had a lover, a beautiful maid, A lovely dame who enticed me with plums. Straight I went with the rooster's call, and stayed With her; lay in her lap; explored her map; And with jackals' howling, homeward I swayed. Just after school, I went back to her lap, Drowned in her sap, till rooster did me call. So wild was our love; so tempt was her tap. But our love had a crack --- had a great fall; I went to a town school, and roamed with teams, Leaving my love, and my lovelier doll. My lover was the wood, that gleamed through beams; Sweeter is that scene; I see in my dreams. Jan. 19, 2021 (Originally posted on Nov. 22, 2020) COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(46) any theme any form Poetry Contest Contest sponsor: Brian Strand Syllabic count: 10 syllables in each line (Ref. Poetry Soup) *A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 28, 2020) Nov. 22, 2020 Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Constance La France