Olive Rabedew - 1895-1911

Poem 4 Olive Rabedew 1895-1911 Trudy and I both knew Both knew and experienced The voracious vertigo of secret love. Homework was done together In the soft lamplight Of crisp autumn nights. Plaid ginghams were sewn together In the wilting afternoon sunlight Of long forgotten summer days. Hand-held strolls were surreptitiously taken In the forbidden fields, and In the concealed canyons. Pursed caresses were exchanged In the innocent dooryards, and In the curious kitchens Behind closed oaken doors. But our Lord decreed in 1911 That our love would desist. That our intense times together Would terminate for eternity. Trudy dearest, let it be known now: True love is a blossoming tree Which yields many kinds of fruit. Our harvest together then, Is our legacy, Our last And final stand for freedom.