It Was the Third of June

Written by: Carolyn Devonshire

June Second at the beach we played scrabble He protested the use of “ode” I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe” With friends we laughed the entire way home And when they left, Daniel proposed He tied a string 'round my finger, said it would be replaced by a ring It was the Third of June (another sleepy, sandy Florida day) When Daniel picked me up for a dip in Dog Lake I suggested we swim across He was reluctant, but swam anyway Reaching the middle of the lake “I can’t make it,” he called to me “You’re kidding,” I laughed, turning to see Daniel splashing futilely Although I tried to pull him to shore, We crossed underwater plants He must have thought they were snakes and broke away Dark water with tannic acid Where did he go? I screamed for help The search was underway when paramedics arrived Linking hands, everyone walked into the water But it was Daniel’s friend Art who found his hand “It was like he was reaching out to me,” he said Of course, it was too late My sweet man had met his fate And I made a vow Every June Third, I drive out to Dog Lake Remembering the good times we shared And praying Daniel found eternal rest
*Entry for Joann’s contest. True story.