She wore a simple summer dress <br />Her arms and legs were brown and bare <br />What stole my heart I must confess, <br /> the red/gold beauty of her hair. <br />Which rippled like a waterfall <br />caressed by every passing breeze. <br />Formed round her head an aureole <br /> a sight that could not fail to please. <br />A poet with an artist’s eye <br /> for that is what I claim to be <br />I did but see her passing by <br />but I remember vividly. <br />She looked so young and innocent <br />I looked my fill and was content <br /> <br />I do not think that she saw me <br />but if she did she would have seen. <br />An old man strolling aimlessly <br />An old grey haired worn out has been. <br />She looked at me unseeingly. <br />Much too engrossed or so it seemed <br />to spare a single glance for me. <br />I formed no part of what she dreamed. <br />She was still young and so naïve. <br />She thinks that youthful dreams come true. <br />But I am old and don’t believe <br />I know they very seldom do. <br />So I continued on my way <br />and left her wrapt in reverie <br />This pretty girl had made my day. <br />Albeit quite unknowingly. <br />Although I’m old I still recall <br /> when dreaming mattered most of all. <br /> <br />10-May-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers <br /> <br />Double Sonnet<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summers-day-stroll/
