Twirling around left then to the right
Watching her -- such a pretty sight
Youthful innocent in her teens
Honesty of motion lovingly seen
Her smiling face her radiant glow
As I watch her -- impromptu show
Casually dressed for her age
Friends gather as if; she were on a stage
Pleated skirt swaying to and fro
As if it knew not -- which way to go
Blouse of blazing red -- a trifle askance
Forever in my mind this sight entranced
White and brown saddle shoes -- of our time
Cleaned and polished so very prime
Memories saved and cherished
Return -- live it over -- fervently wished
Lunch hour -- as if it were spent yesterday
Fifty years ago while we were at play
Through my minds eye this seen and more
All of which has gone before
This a day in nineteen forty four
By George Wm Weber>
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