Parting Company

WAlking long and far away,
We walked until we talked all our troubles away.
You placed your little hand in mine,
And we walked until we talked of a simpler time.
Your eyes, so innocent and brown
Told the tale of a love yet unfound.
Your voice resounded a touch of gold
As our feet greeted the old gravel road.
Your wavy amber mane
Mirrored distant fields of grain.
Happiness cradled us that warm summer day,
Down by the brook where the baby fish play.
With legs dangling from the bridge we sat,
Ceasing to indulge in idle chit-chat;
Casting stones into the stream.
We knew it would come, an end to our dream.
That was to be our final day,
Down by the brook where baby fish play.

By: Anthony AJ Jackson
3-30-95 11:00a.m.-12:00p.m.