The One Where The Chicks And Ducks And Geese Better Scurry.

Dear Lover,

I don't need a surrey.
With fringe on top.
But I could do with a double seated rope swing.
Beneath an old oak tree.
With leaves just a flutterin' above.
A spot we could sit together.
Swinging higher and higher.
Our heels reaching farther and farther.
And the sky stretching wider and wider.
My head resting on your shoulder.
As you share your dreams with me.
In whispers and song.
And shouts to the clouds above.

Love,
Me.