Shantelle

Remember when we were young, you would lick the stones with your tongue? What a dirty taste, then you make a sour face. As we got older we painted the stones, I sure wish they had been ice cream cones. Then you were my Shantelle, you could always ring my bell. Chestnut hair with blue eyes, you made me want to sigh. We are now older and wiser, we need to look for stones by the geyser. Time has sure gone by, and I can't believe I am still your guy. Written Date: 2/15/2020 Shantelle Poetry Contest One original poem on the theme of the girl's name "Shantelle." Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, March 15, 2020 Sponsored by: Julia Ward