Love Poems In the Trunk

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Love Poems In the TrunkHe worked her daddy’s ranch when she was just eighteenHe’d drive her to Bear Claw Creek by some evergreensHad an old milk jug full of elderberry wineHe’d stroke her hair and read her sonnets ‘neath the pinesYoung love is the heaven where the brightest stars are hungThey’d make love by a tree and he’d carve love poems in the trunkShe’d read his letters up in her room all aloneDreaming and seeing forever between the lines of his poemsOne night she went to meet him near their old rhyming treeWaited there till sunrise, crying by that lonely creekShe had an oak chest at home, full of old rag dolls and junkCursed his kisses and tossed his love poems in the trunkShe heard he followed the rodeo to Santa FeDrove out to their grove one winter dayAnd wept beneath the whispering pinesRan her fingers over the bark of their treeReading his heart again and again silentlyWhile sipping a jug of elderberry wineThey found her car smokin’ and crushed and said she was drunkMap of Santa Fe in the seat and love poems in the trunkOut by an evergreen there’s a windswept stoneCarved above the dates is a young lover’s poem“roses are red my love and violets are blueLike green on a winter pine I’ll never leave you”Young love is the heaven where the brightest stars are hungHer stone got its rhyme from that tree and love poems in the trunk©2007 Robert George