I suppose I’ll go to my grave never hearing “brown-eyed” without adding “girl.” I was twenty-one when the song came out, but my dad was perfectly happy to sing it to me anyway. On the other hand, I never hear “black-eyed” without adding “Susan.” Isn’t it funny, how words and memories get tangled up?
VERY NICE
🙂
Love it!
I suppose I’ll go to my grave never hearing “brown-eyed” without adding “girl.” I was twenty-one when the song came out, but my dad was perfectly happy to sing it to me anyway. On the other hand, I never hear “black-eyed” without adding “Susan.” Isn’t it funny, how words and memories get tangled up?
indeed! tangled!
Love the poem!
One of my favorite flowers and posts!
🙂 Cheerful pinwheels reflecting the summer sun!
Wonderful!!
Reblogged this on Voices and Visions.
Yes, she does, Catherine! 🙂
Very beautiful photo!
Thank you for that.
🙂