Revised dialogue and additional verse added 12.12.17 to this sad romantic story - KS
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Me and Mrs. Winterton, go walking late at night,
Under the Moon, Under the Stars, until the break of light.
Following an unlit coastal path, strolling hand in hand,
Looking over Teardrop Cliff at glistening shingle sand.
Reminisce about childhood days and how we first met,
I fell into Stickleback stream, came out dripping wet.
She was only eight years old, dried my hair with her Coat,
Luckily it was shallow, I couldn't swim, I couldn't float.
Hello, she said I'm Mary, I've seen you at my School,
Playing with Billy Thompson, joking and acting fool.
We recalled this same old story, over and over again,
Becoming friends forever, from that time way back then.
We were married in Wisperton Church, early ‘63,
I got a nervous giggle, annoying the Reverend Portree.
I Remember as if it was yesterday, the best day of my life,
When Miss Mary Beattie, that day became my wife.
Let us promenade, she said, the night was warm but breezy,
I’d have preferred to stay indoors, Stomach a little queasy.
Mary was giddy and excitable, having heard wonderful news,
So, I found a warm sweater and my tatty old walking shoes.
We'd walked this path a hundred times, maybe even more,
The Cliff gave way and Mary fell, onto the Shingle shore.
My world went cold as I climbed down, fearing she was dead,
The drop was steep, she was gone, blood around her head.
That was thirty years ago and still I grieve today,
Night after night I walk this path to Teardrop Cliff and pray.
I can walk alone no longer, I'm coming home to you,
As I fall towards Shingle beach, we'll walk again as two.
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017