Summer Fun

Summer Fun Summer was not much fun in the teenage years In fact there was very little of it but lots of anxious tears Then the summer disco started in the village hall We couldn’t believe our luck we were gonna have a ball. But who would come to a village disco not on a bus route There were only about fifteen teenagers, and they were all related to boot. Oh what joy, the army camp, sent in the boy cadets We were all allowed to mix with them and this we did you can bet. But there I was wallflower self- conscious feeling dull Not asked to dance by any boy no one to give a thrill Until the tallest most handsome boy, his smile lit up the room Came and sat with me you should have watched me bloom. He was the catch they all wanted, but none could catch his eye Just me sat in the corner, and he never passed me by At the end of each dance night, we walked home hand in hand His kisses they were magical, I was in some promised land. We only met once a week through the summer of seventy-two What a summer it was full of fun and happiness and never blue I often wonder about that boy who kissed so well at age thirteen What a catch for some woman, and of his kisses I now just dream © 09/09/2012