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The Poet's Corner

One Sunday in The Pines

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We sat at an old wooden table,

and shared some snacks.

She looked at me, at the sky,

the water, and the trees.

We walked slowly around the lake.

The path was covered with

soft, inviting, pine needles.

New spring growth

and faint color surrounded us.

When we kissed

she was soft and inviting.

Her kiss, her breathing, the surroundings,

were all familiar.

Other kisses in those pinelands came to mind.

Nothing else mattered at that moment.

I was fully present to her.

It is not always so.

Driving home she played some of her favorite love songs.

She held my hand.

The trees flew by.

I wondered which one of us will die first.

George Carroll lives in Yardley where he and his wife raised their three grown children. Originally from Trenton, N.J., he retired from Rutgers University where he was a computer center director. He has been married for almost 60 years to his wife Regina, who is his inspiration.

Poet’s Corner is curated by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk and supported by a grant to the Bucks County Herald Foundation made possible by Marv and Dee Ann Woodall.


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