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First Love - that never fades away. by Richard Walker

You can call me childish or even think it's stupid,
but once long ago I got shot - I got shot by Cupid!
She was a fairy tale princess in a dream.
A real life dream of mine.
As she sat on the smooth lawn under the trees
with her hair flowing in the breeze.
Picking a daisy to share - to share with me!
I'll always remember that long ago entrancing
lovely sunny day in May
where the glow of a little girlish face will never fade away.
Where the flowers all turned their heads our way.
 Tincturing the young memories of my life
with their fragrant outpouring of colors.
But beauty is only a temporary flow of atomic decay,
so pragmatists say.
But what do they know of dreams, of passion and love?
Can't they see what those wildflowers see in the skies above?
That love is an emotional need to communicate with the infinite.
To plant a human seed in the soul of the planet
for our sibling hearts to grow.

Bio:   Richard Walker was born the youngest of 9 children. He moved to Pa from Ohio at the age of 10 and made a living as a shoe maker, newspaper worker, and wood column maker. Richard won the 1982 Johnstown Marathon and has tried his hand at chess and inventing. Being the father of 5 boys Richard's spare time is usually limited. His poetry credits include being published in the Poetry Corner of the Somerset Daily American newspaper over the years and recently in Astropoetica and Prism Quarterly 8. Richard is a fan of Ogden Nash and has a collection of poetry that is available from moonpublishprint.com