High School Daze

High School Daze
***************
BY: Keith H. Seymour
*******************

I walked past the old high school the other day,
and thought of you.
Not the high school where we met…
But the one on the other side of town,
That you transferred to a year later
After
Your father got a job
As music minister at the church, next to the school
That I walked past… the other day.

As I walked past the high school
The other day, I remembered… our first date,
and how
as I looked into your brown eyes
you told me
the difference between a French horn, and a tuba.
I think that was because
I thought I could impress you by pointing out
The presence of a tuba that hung upon the restaurant
wall.
I was wrong.
It was a French horn.

I even remember what happened that summer day
that you came to my house to go swimming.
We went swimming.
And afterwards… I shyly told you
how much I adored your… freckles,
as I presented you with your favorite flowers-pink roses.
However, you replied that
we should just remain good friends.
While remembering that day,
I recalled your favorite perfume-“Misty Tea Rose.”
Although, the memory of its scent
Unfortunately eluded me.

What I did remember at the time, though
was that even then …
I knew that my feelings of love for you were real.
I knew this because,
that day I silently forgave you for breaking my heart.
Besides,
why else would I have sacrificed blood, And risked death
by raiding my mother’s “precious flower garden,”
for… a couple of stupid flowers-except for true love.
So thanks, thanks for the memory.

So, I hear that you’re an English teacher now.
Could it be true, that just as I once did,
some “other” high school boy
has now fallen in love
with you?

Anyway, I walked past the old high school the other day,
and wondered ,as I now often do.
I wondered… whether the sun still gave you those freckles.
And if you still loved pink roses, and a perfume
of Rose and Misty Tea.
But most importantly,
I wondered ...if you
ever thought about,
or even remembered... me.
As I walked past the high school...the other day.














High School Daze
***************
BY: Keith H. Seymour
*******************

I walked past the old high school the other day,
and thought of you.
Not the high school where we met…
But the one on the other side of town,
That you transferred to a year later
After
Your father got a job
As music minister at the church, next to the school
That I walked past… the other day.

As I walked past the high school
The other day, I remembered… our first date,
and how
as I looked into your brown eyes
you told me
the difference between a French horn, and a tuba.
I think that was because
I thought I could impress you by pointing out
The presence of a tuba that hung upon the restaurant
wall.
I was wrong.
It was a French horn.

I even remember what happened that summer day
that you came to my house to go swimming.
We went swimming.
And afterwards… I shyly told you
how much I adored your… freckles,
as I presented you with your favorite flowers-pink roses.
However, you replied that
we should just remain good friends.
While remembering that day,
I recalled your favorite perfume-“Misty Tea Rose.”
Although, the memory of its scent
Unfortunately eluded me.

What I did remember at the time, though
was that even then …
I knew that my feelings of love for you were real.
I knew this because,
that day I silently forgave you for breaking my heart.
Besides,
why else would I have sacrificed blood, And risked death
by raiding my mother’s “precious flower garden,”
for… a couple of stupid flowers-except for true love.
So thanks, thanks for the memory.

So, I hear that you’re an English teacher now.
Could it be true, that just as I once did,
some “other” high school boy
has now fallen in love
with you?

Anyway, I walked past the old high school the other day,
and wondered ,as I now often do.
I wondered… whether the sun still gave you those freckles.
And if you still loved pink roses, and a perfume
of Rose and Misty Tea.
But most importantly,
I wondered ...if you
ever thought about,
or even remembered... me.
As I walked past the high school...the other day.














High School Daze
***************
BY: Keith H. Seymour
*******************

I walked past the old high school the other day,
and thought of you.
Not the high school where we met…
But the one on the other side of town,
That you transferred to a year later
After
Your father got a job
As music minister at the church, next to the school
That I walked past… the other day.

As I walked past the high school
The other day, I remembered… our first date,
and how
as I looked into your brown eyes
you told me
the difference between a French horn, and a tuba.
I think that was because
I thought I could impress you by pointing out
The presence of a tuba that hung upon the restaurant
wall.
I was wrong.
It was a French horn.

I even remember what happened that summer day
that you came to my house to go swimming.
We went swimming.
And afterwards… I shyly told you
how much I adored your… freckles,
as I presented you with your favorite flowers-pink roses.
However, you replied that
we should just remain good friends.
While remembering that day,
I recalled your favorite perfume-“Misty Tea Rose.”
Although, the memory of its scent
Unfortunately eluded me.

What I did remember at the time, though
was that even then …
I knew that my feelings of love for you were real.
I knew this because,
that day I silently forgave you for breaking my heart.
Besides,
why else would I have sacrificed blood, And risked death
by raiding my mother’s “precious flower garden,”
for… a couple of stupid flowers-except for true love.
So thanks, thanks for the memory.

So, I hear that you’re an English teacher now.
Could it be true, that just as I once did,
some “other” high school boy
has now fallen in love
with you?

Anyway, I walked past the old high school the other day,
and wondered ,as I now often do.
I wondered… whether the sun still gave you those freckles.
And if you still loved pink roses, and a perfume
of Rose and Misty Tea.
But most importantly,
I wondered ...if you
ever thought about,
or even remembered... me.
As I walked past the high school...the other day.



Keith H. Seymour is a freelance writer, poet, media consultan currently living in Columbia, South carolina. He is available for poetry readings, appearances at schools, workshops, and tutoring. He may be reached at 803-960-8785 or at keithhseymour@Bellsouth.net

The Gardner and the Blossom

The Gardner and the Blossom
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BY: Keith H. Seymour
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Writer's note: This poem is dedicated to my mother Particia Ann Seymour( Nee' Bollig)
(Aug 12,2008)
It was just recently, that…
I saw the white azaleas outside,
And thought of…
How dried and dead they looked.
So often like my own life,
Since she left me.
It happened following her special day.
It was almost a year ago,
That I last saw the azaleas outside.

Even alive and mixed
With others of red and pink,
And flowers of marigold,
I would not have been satisfied
When I had seen…
The white azaleas outside.

No gardener could adopt or love
Any flower,
The way that she adopted this flower
With her mixture of love, discipline and affection.
Just as she had done with those
That sprang and blossomed
From her own natural seed.
I recalled how much I missed
Her nurturing element,
When…
I saw the white azaleas outside,

The perfect gardener has ceased to exist,
Still, the spirit that she created
Within this cross-bred blossom
Will always persist.
So I know I see,
The white azaleas…inside
Of me.