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We Never Made It To Flat Shoals Creek
We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek
With our picnic and blanket to lie in the sun.
But we discovered the shallows behind our knees
And the rapids from kissing for fun.
We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek
To see the maple leaves burning with scarlet flames.
But we lit a fire that threatened instead
To consume us as we whispered pet names.
We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek
Where water rushed gurgling through the wood.
But we shared long hours of passionate love
That refreshed us more than any picnic could.
A nice poem....BUT....DON'T dwell only on the trip...remember there are ants on EVERY picnic...and rain storms....LOL. Seriously, you cannot let yourself dwell on the past. What has happened, happened...YOU ARE A WONDERFUL AND STRONG PERSON. His loss. Remember that.
kris