Wendy at the window sill
Anxious looking down the road,
Was he working next door still?
Ferrying another load?
Saw him working yesterday
Muscles rippling body straight
Glancing at the heavens grey,
Had to finish, couldn’t wait
She had to go where he could see
Her weeding at the entrance way
Heart now pounding, could it be
He’d ask her out? Oh, happy day!
Richie loading up his van
Dreaming of that girl next door.
Has to meet her if he can,
Would she like him, he so poor?
Slowly down the road he went
Searching hopefully ahead,
Mentally his pleadings sent
Hoping that his thoughts she read
There she was by yonder gate
Standing watching as he came
Now’s the moment, this is great
Would he ask her, was he game?
Wendy waves and then she smiles,
Richie slows and smiles as well.
By that smile she he beguiles
Suddenly in love he fell!
Stopped the van and called to her
Wendy came now all demure,
Words came out his mind a blur,
Hope he made sense wasn’t sure?
Flashes smile and nods her head
Rejoicing in his faltering words,
Processing the words he said,
Shooting stars and singing birds
After work they both agreed
To picnic by the river bank
Valentine would onward lead
Their happy future him to thank.
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