She’s the girl with the curls, And a face with a sneer on her lips, And when she comes near, You tremble in fear Of the threat in the swing of her hips. She’s the fun in the sun, With trouble in the song on her tongue, And when she comes along, You feel so wrong, When you notice how pretty and young. She’s that … Continue reading She’s that Girl
Dark and black, the sky Opened as we walked, Thunder and lightning, We held hands, and Looked for shelter As we ran, We laughed, and Your smile showed the way In the pouring rain. Your laughter, thrilled Me with its song; a Shake of your head sent Wet notes of happiness Arcing, from your long Black hair rainbows of Joy splashed me, and I said, … Continue reading In The Warm Embrace Of A Pouring Rain.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 