John Rickell

Rookie - 235 Points (november 1945 / York)

Burns Night - Poem by John Rickell

Burns-Night long ago
fateful night for both
haggis, turnip supper,
whisky by the yard.
We had not met before,
rumour all we had,
both alone and free.
as we liked we did,
danced the whole night through
then home upon my knee
a friend at the wheel
I too drunk to drive.
Boldness was my friend that night,
sponsored by the malt.
Said I thought her lovely,
dark eyes, dancing feet,
hair black and to her waist
Three days......
we shared a meal, and more
beneath the railway bridge
until the rising sun.
Never once looked back
never once 'til now.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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