Small Town Lady Poem by Barry Van Allen

There was a girl named Brenda,
and I met her one September,
in a town I went to visit ,
on a week - end.

She had hair of golden brown,
with a smell that made the sound,
of an early autumn morning,
... at the sunrise.

She was not a lady fair,
for she was only fair enough to me,
and the moments that we shared,
were good enough for both of us,
... as we lay there.

Well, we laughed and we went running,
with the bounding of the deer,
we reached our apex in that weekend.
knowing that the end was near.

We parted and I have never seen her smile again,
and never have I gone back to her town,
... it's true, she surely left my life,
but, I hope the memory of her ...
always hangs around.