A quiet country town couple falls in love.
|Blueberries grew in perfect lines
through fields that we explored,
and country songs blared from the car
till dawn did come once more.
The faded wood which held the bridge
that dripped with misty dew
flew our nation's sacred flag
in honor of freedom true.
That day we drove the dirty road
to the old chapel in town.
Two hearts in matching synchrony,
our love song was the sound.
Wedding in quaint gazebo white,
vows whispered with love so deep.
New family begins today.
Our lips meet in kisses sweet.
Written for "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" by Stormy Lady