A most lovely November...2006. <br />I'd turn my year on <br />Thanksgiving Day. <br />Every six years this lay in wait, <br />Turkey for bait...but, late I'd <br />Remember the rustling, bustling <br />Weeks of twinkling smiles <br />For no one...to greet, kiss, or <br />Love. <br /> <br />Verse in Time...wanting mortal rythme. <br /> <br />Mates came up. Mates went <br />Down. <br />Turkey, a memory...no one <br />Found...to beat Artemis...the <br />Wiley witch...at her race for <br />Love or gold. <br />It's been told not to look, if you <br />Wish to find. <br /> <br />Then, the view. A sideway's <br />Look at the man <br />Who dared to race with all <br />The romantic grace, <br />Lovey-dovey words of <br />'Carpe Diem' or 'Domani? ' <br />Then, no roses, candy, or <br />Wine...dinner...wanted my choice <br />Of Tango or Waltz. <br /> <br />A stranger with determination, <br />By aggravation...of witty <br />Questions, aside remarks... <br />But, enough novelty to ignore <br />Apples. <br />Even give Artemis a <br />Head start into <br />Her very own <br />Heart.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taming-of-the-shrew/
