70's Sputter

She was a little bitty thing

blonde locks, and green eyes,

a sense of humour that made

a grumpy man sputter and sing.

Skinny limbs took her up a tree.

Spying the cars, throwing acorns

as they went by.

Hiding behind a limb covered with leaves,

heart racing as the tires screeched.

She was a rangy teen, with red spots,

long hair and that impish look.

Dancing through the woods,

swinging on the vines, pausing

to cradle a bull frog to hear him croak.

She was a lovely young woman, clear

skin and nubile. Entering the world of romance.

Never afraid to take a chance. Crawled behind

and held on tight. His engine flying hard, she felt free.

She was his woman, he was her man.

They smoked a bit of dope, until

the swelling of her breasts. He got a

job at Pepsi, loaded, and loaded some trucks.

She fussed and worried, remembering

his past. Internal confusion with some

disconnect, how could this last?

He went to school and studied, she worked

at the Optical shop. Out of left field,

she took off. Baby on her hip and

200 miles.

She is a little bitty thing

blonde locks, and green eyes,

a sense of humour that made

this grumpy new man sputter and sing.

Janet Caldwell 2010