Young Love

The oars dipped rhythmically into the stream
As the dinghy rode on the incoming tide
Upriver from the town, past the school abeam.
Young lovers, enjoying each other, satisfied.

A barn appeared upon the bank, beckoning.
Words unspoken, they slipped ashore onto the hay
Embraced, and then without prior reckoning,
Enjoyed each other, on a warm, summer’s day.

A farmer called as they ran to the riverbank,
The dinghy soon slipped downstream on the current,
Away, around the bend. After their little prank
The lovers smiled, each relishing the moment.

A small but momentous moment lost in time,
A memory of love that would last a lifetime.

Bill Edmunds
February 2023