The prettiest thing he ever saw
Was a girl with hair of gold.
When she saw him, she knew he was
The one to “have and hold.’
“Can I come callin’?” he asked her,
And she quickly nodded yes.
It led them to a sweet courtship
Neither ever would regret.
The porch swing was their favorite spot
Where they sat for hours to plan.
It rocked them slowly to and fro
As he would hold her hand.
In summertime, when sunset came,
They loved to take a stroll.
Walking along, they both would talk;
They each would bare their soul.
These memories of their courting’ days
Brings joy to the heart of them,
When her silver hair was golden
And his eyesight not so dim.
Copyright © 1999 by moleta ruth mccarter. All rights reserved,
