A Long Road To Love
We first met at a walk a thon event.
She was flying around the track.
Going so fast I wondered where she went.
I had to move it to even see her back.
When I asked her what was the rush?
She said some exercise was all she needed.
I said I am not trying to raise a fuss.
But, killing yourself is not what’s needed.
That was the start of a whirlwind relationship.
We were quite physical in all we did.
We couldn’t slow down. That was the way of it.
Eventually, she got a new job offer bid.
We went our separate ways.
I went north to the mountains there.
Got a job logging for a while.
Then I drifted down to the Kansas open air.
Helped bring in the corn in style.
The work sometimes was worse for wear.
Got up early, worked till dusk.
Had fun every evening with all the locals.
Drank and ate till I thought I’d bust.
Before long I was one of the yokels.
Then I went down around the gulf.
Oil was gone and fishing was back.
I would buy bread by the loaf.
Throw pieces off the pier where I sat.
Got a job on a crabbing crawler.
Cleaning out crab traps for our catch.
Turn them over to the crab hauler.
Who threw them down the tanker hatch.
I drifted out west to California.
Working in the fields harvesting crops.
I thought of the girl back home enough to boar ya.
Found more & more she was in my thoughts.
I traveled on always alone.
One thought was burning in my brain.
I headed to where I thought she called home.
Hoping to see her, which was insane.
I found her listed in a phonebook in Chicago.
Would she remember me? Was it worth a try?
I wondered, would she now have a bow?
I finally called her & prayed with a sigh.
She was surprised, but, oh so happy.
I had been on her mind for a long, long time.
A negative response would have felt crappy.
But, now I felt she could again be mine.
I was working my way back to her.
I made every effort to get it all back.
She was wanting to be back for sure.
In record time we did it. We didn’t lack.
I told her where I had drifted to and from.
She felt a mistake happened when she’d gone.
I said, it set in concrete, she was the one.
She said the same as we sat on the lawn.
We set a date and were married.
Years later we are still together.
We’re still physical & our love we carried.
A perfect match in any weather.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)