Glenn Hills Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Glenn Hills
Rating: ★4.5
When camping, at Glenn Hills. The Rhinestone
cowboy, I got to know. We'd meet every year or
so. We walk the trails and to our favorite rock
we go. Although everything that glittered wasn't
gold. He was a bit bold. But, I cared for him
more than told. For he was my first kiss, as we
held hands. Around age 4,5, or so.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: true,youth,first,kiss,memories,silly
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Though my Father said No!
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12/7/2025 5:55:19 AM # 1.0.0
Fine piece...... wonderful to read.....