Natures Young Conquest Poem by Wayne Falconer

I remember the wind sailing sunny breeze.
Whistling through macrocarpa deep pinetrees.
Remember teen boy and girl hand in hand.
Walking through this pinetree covered land.

Heard natures hot breathe voyage song.
Sailing along joyfully wailing headstrong.
Heaven was within their golden eye.
Above floated the romantic blue way sky.

I remember planting first kiss first caress.
They say that first loves always best.
Recall smell of her shoulder length hair.
Her warm flesh so naturally fair.

In magic carpet of blanket wake earth.
Where our first love experienced birth.
Two young lovers in primeval conquest.
Found finally natures abiding rest.

Twas my first taste of real love.
Macrocarpa pine and breast and dove.
Exploring this quite earth shape pathway.
This summer wind blown lovely day.

Yes I remember wind chiming breeze.
Blowing through these same pinetrees.
Today this man walks through same land.
With this woman both hand in hand.

Well you and I might know this story.
Rapped up in romantic lovers morning glory.
Like these wistful confessions I make mine.
All about yesterdays first young conquest line.