Poetry Porch: Poetry
Hello, Young Lovers by Joyce Wilson —after Rogers and Hammerstein (audio) I know how it feels to be out of control On the wings of sensational flight; To ride on a Velocette next to the Charles And evade disaster and death— To seize on the day and to protest the war with a rose in place of a gun; To alter the patterns of histories’ laws And be sure the fighting will end— Remember at Kent State in ‘Seventy-one, The death count was finished at four; The hundreds of others would challenge their fates On term break, then go back to school— Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star, Be brave and faithful and true, All of my memories are happy tonight, I’ve had a love of my own— I’ve had a love of my own like yours, I’ve had a love of my own— Copyright © 2009 by Joyce Wilson.
I know how it feels to be out of control On the wings of sensational flight; To ride on a Velocette next to the Charles And evade disaster and death— To seize on the day and to protest the war with a rose in place of a gun; To alter the patterns of histories’ laws And be sure the fighting will end— Remember at Kent State in ‘Seventy-one, The death count was finished at four; The hundreds of others would challenge their fates On term break, then go back to school— Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star, Be brave and faithful and true, All of my memories are happy tonight, I’ve had a love of my own— I’ve had a love of my own like yours, I’ve had a love of my own—