Pete Crowther

(Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

First Love


My first true love was only seven
Her hair was fair, her eyes were blue,
She was an angel straight from heaven,
We shared a desk at infants’ school.

Beneath its lid our knees were pressed
Together tightly, warm and friendly
Like two little birds in their own nest,
She was my love, I loved her tenderly.

The golden hairs upon her arm
Even today I can recall,
That clear skin and gentle charm
Of my young sweetheart, Ann Goodall.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 27, 2004
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  • Shannon Dionne Gordon Clawson (6/15/2006 8:18:00 AM)

    I myself have wondered about the fates of some of my kindergarten chums, the only problem is remembering their names! What a wave of nostalgia at times, don't you agree? (Report) Reply

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