The Lady Down the Lane
Mama called her painted,Daddy called her pretty -
Both seemed true of this fair lady down the lane.
I was a boy so I saw her through my eyes.
She was smiles and laughter and some sugar cane.
She had a cat named Princess , a dog called Bob,
And they lived like royals down that dusty road.
If they saw me coming they'd sniff my pockets -
Sometimes I had cookies - sometimes a toad.
She was my first real friend, that lady of smiles.
I knew naught of death until that one of hers,
And I cried in the dark until I ran dry.
Then I took her pets and called them "my furs".
That was long ago and now I have grown old
As I struggle some with an oldtimer's pain.
I smile when I recall those years with "my furs",
And I say, "Thanks", to the lady down the lane.
3-14-20
Contest: The Lady Down The Lane
Sponsor" Craig Cornish
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