Corn Husks

For D....a sweet little acrostic.

Corn Husks

By Erin L George

 

Do tell, my friend, how the husks are coming

Along. In the fields just outside of Bellevue?

Now tell me, dear Danny, do you still dream -

No, muse, along the mouth of the Mississippi?

You must write of it - gaping wide

 

Fantasy. Do you still think of me?

Remember how we’d talk until the sun came up?

Only you would take the time to listen to me breathe -

My snores rolling cross country.

 

Iowa boy. Red, white, blue postage stamps

Once reserved for true love and rightful passage.

Where are you these days? Do you think of me?

And I wonder, dare not ask. What is it that you see?

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

aw twas sweet, indeed.
Love across the miles, or just friendship
is and can be hard. I like the use of nature
in this Acrostic :)

[Solitary Dreamer]

Awwww that was a really sweet poem:)

[Danny Anthony Schromen]

I ABSO LOVED THAT ERIN... ...Wow i need to write one to you... i am going to copy that and print it out.. i am honestly a lil shocked by that though.... but it still makes me smile, and almost cry...