Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine

Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine short poem

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Swaying in the hot August breeze
HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLE VINE
Back and forth, suspended in time
Heart over mind…
Well I feel almost like 15 again
And I knew just how much you
Loved me just by the way you’d
Look so intensely into my eyes…
Well and I feel just as much in
Love with you as the years go by…
And this sweet in the hot August
Heat, HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLE
VINE, back and forth, back and forth
Suspended in time, heart over mind…
Oh ‘cuz there’s nothing but a big, big
Blue sky up above and a blue bird
Singing the along to the wind chime’s
Song, sippin’ on homemade strawberry
Wine and feelin’ fine…
Just swaying in the hot August wind
Back and forth, back and forth
Suspend in time, heart over mind and
HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLES VINE…
HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLES VINE!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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