'Tanks For The Memory'. Poem by Gary Townsend

We were young and foolish, barely twenty,
She was a young woman clearly in love.
That summer has memories a'plenty.
She was Gods gift from heaven above.

Our meeting was just by chance,
We moved into cottages adjoining.
Eyes met and I could tell from her glance,
Soon We would experience frantic groining.

Long summer walks along cliffs,
Lying in fields holding fingers,
Coffee bars and shopping trips.
Young lovers together? ; both dead ringers.

We caressed each other close against the sky,
Then held our last kiss in our memory banks.
Looking back I often ask myself why?
She had joined the Army to drive and repair tanks.