Rebecca Reed Poem by Randy McClave

I thought that my soul was finally freed
But, then I was told to heed,
To the words of a very sweet Lassie
Who I thought at first was quite sassy.
Her name is, Rebecca Reed.

I remember her, oh so very well
Inside my heart for a while she did dwell,
She has that wonderful cunning smile
Which seemingly stretched on for a mile.
When she grinned, I fell.

Some men they run off to the sea
For their soul to be released and free,
But, I instead took a very long flight
I have not the endurance or want for a fight.
That was me.

I still remember her dazzling looks
She is written somewhere in all of my books,
Some people seek only inspiration
While I sought my own restoration.
I use to just seek different cooks.

"Someday", is the time that I dearly dread
When I won't lead, I must then be led,
Dreams and chances would had already came
But, I know that I will still remember her name.
Even though, I will be forgotten and dead.

Some men will either just beg and/ or plead
I just want to see her in Scottish tweed,
The woman whom I have never met
To which my soul feels that it owes a debt.
Her name is, Rebecca Reed.

Randy L. McClave