By Logan Mill Poem by jim hogg

I remember lending you
one of those old 33s
My Imagine, by John Lennon
at The Toll beneath the trees
In a long unfolded world that was
the springtime of our lives
When nothing seemed to matter
more than having a good time

But lately I was minded
to remind you of how long
I've been without the means
to get listening to my songs -
It's more than thirty years,
and that's much too long to wait -
To see you laughing freely
once again for old time's sake

If you only could have stayed dear,
if you only had the chance
To venture home to see us
for at least another dance

Your hazel eyes were glowing
with yon flickering something
We strayed so close and slowly,
along the brink of loving
In the harum scarum disco
on Wig Bay's windy shore,
On the half deserted floor
in the haven of Drummore

Of course Lennon was a pretext,
for how could I forget
Those moments oh so sweet
and oh so carefree and complete
That lingered through the years -
Oh how soon they disappear-
Since you and I last kissed dear,
down by Logan Mill

27 02 07