When I First Saw You

I am writing a novel, or biofiction, 'The Girl at the Rest Stop.' It's about a young girl who was abandoned, rescued by a man, and eventually adopted by the man and his wife. I use poems on the pages between chapters; the poems are pertinent to the chapter that follows. 


When I First Saw You By Els Worth When I first saw you sitting there. Under a big pile of tangled hair, I didn’t quite know what to think, But, oh my God, how you did stink. You looked so sad and very lonely, Even tho’ you were so comely. You seemed afraid to talk to me, But your pain was very easy to see. When I looked into your eyes, Therein I saw the fear that lies. I know you wished that I be gone But I’m sure you’ve been alone too long. Although I stopped to take a break I never thought a friend I’d make. I wanted you to go with me, To meet my wife down by the sea.
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Dietrich Avatar
May 11, 2017 at 7:45 PM
Yes, I was kind of thinking that name rhymed with "of the day" I listened to the artist's entire long name on a video and it went so fast, I could not even make it out!!
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May 12, 2017 at 8:56 PM
The French don't usually pronounce the 't' at the end of a sentence, if it's preceded by a vowel... think Briget Bardot (bar-dough). My thought was confirmed when I found a website that pronounced his name . . . gee-row-day, with a 'gee' that starts with a soft 's' sound.
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May 11, 2017 at 7:44 PM
this is very nice. Sounds like the beginning of a friendship was thus established?
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