The Meeting (standard:poetry, 263 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Jan 20 2011	Views/Reads: 2776/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
How I met my wife.

The Meeting 

by Michael Lance Kersting 

I met her on a ferry crossing On a bright summer day She stood at the
bow rail Her flowing hair in disarray 

I stood beside her And commented on the view She turned and looked at me
And I said “how do you do” 

After given me a “once over “ “Fine, thank you” she replied with a smile
I then proceed to chat with her About the weather and scenery for a 
while 

Then as the vessel was about to berth I invited her for a cool drink She
then accepted the invitation with What I thought was a wink 

At the little café set by the shore We sat down and ordered a drink She
told me her name was Sylvia And what do I think 

I comment how beautiful it was How it had a dainty rhythm to it She
threw back her head and with A musical laugh told me to quit 

As the afternoon became dusk She said she wanted to go And said ”Yes, we
will meet again” For I had wanted to know 

She gave me her phone number And told me to call Which made me quite
happy as I can recall 

I saw her off onto the bus And she sat by the window And gave me wave,
and a smile And I was all aglow 

I guess that you Want to know what happened After that grand show Well I
am pleased to say we got married, have three children And that was 
Twenty years ago ! 


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