Dear Sheena and an amazing Scottish song.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.)

Dear Sheena

Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored.

We learn to know love and I did not know. The greatest love cannot be.

Youth can be tomfoolery and not knowing. A Scottish gal kiss. A gift.

She told me when I met her. A soldier words, not worth a German pfenning.

The soldier promises everything and he is looking for the escape.

We celebrated Spring and Summer of 1978. She made each day a perfect day.

I asked to marry me and she told me. You must ask my mum.

I called her mum and she asked me. Are you true Johnnie? Please do not break my daughter heart.

I told her. She was the woman I needed.

Life, Army and my youth. I lost Sheena to my tomfoolery and I learn.

I believe beautiful Sheena knew I was a wild storm, never to be calm.

Now I am an old man and I remembered a Scottish girl with the prettiest brown eyes.

And I loved her so. Tonight I write.

” If I could steal time. I would go back to a good day, and I would tell dear Sheena.

You are a blessing and my greatest gift. Thank you.”

I did visit Scotland. I drank in the Scottish Pub. I did not bother dear Sheena.

I caused enough sadness and I wish I could tell her. I broke my heart too.

I wrote to my journal.

” I am in Scotland. Whiskey in my hands seeking places and faces that cannot be found.

I told the bartender, when a Scottish gal loved you. You are a lucky man.

He told me. Never anger a Scottish gal, when angry. Mean as a bull and if they love you.

You would have a good life.”

Tonight I listen to the Scottish music, and I try to remember a beautiful face.

John