She Was Gone
Her eyes were blue
Her flaws were few
As she lay with her head on my pillow
The day was lost
'Til our paths crossed
In the sandy streets of Amarillo
I took a chance
Asked her to dance
In a honky tonk just outside of town
We danced to swing
When it was king
In this old roadhouse where they love the sound
We made a plan
To meet again
On the full moon 'neath the weepimg willow
But came the dawn
And she was gone -
I wait 'neath a tree in Amarillo
5/11/2017
For contest Easy by Skat A
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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