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I Always Will
by Yvonne Blake Little Johnny thought Mary Was the prettiest thing. He pulled her pigtails And made her scream. He shot her with spitballs And rubber bands And walked upside down Upon his hands. "I love you, Mary, I always will." Then chased her down Over Crabapple Hill. She stuck out her tongue, Said, "Go away! You're a silly pest, Johnny, I don't want to play." He followed her everywhere He wrote her notes, He carried her books, And held her coats. "I love you, Mary, I always will." He gave her a kiss On Crabapple Hill. He often brought daisies Or sang her a song. He was always there The whole day long. At times, she shunned him; She pushed him away. He never got angry Nor tried to repay. "I love you, Mary, I always will. I keep my word, My promises fill." Mary's dimples faded, Her cheeks soft instead. Her dark, curly braids, Wrapped about her head. His cheeks got wrinkled; And his head grew hoary. He smiled to himself, And repeated his story. "I love you, Mary, I always will." They strolled through the grass On Crabapple Hill. Mary blushed at his words, And wiped away a tear, "You hopeless fool, You're a silly old dear." Johnny smiled as she Gave him a peck. She wrapped her thin arms About his neck. "I love you, Mary, I always will." Reads the cold, white stone On Crabapple Hill. Author, Yvonne Blake, I am a retired school teacher hoping to break into the world of writing. I've written a novel and would also like to write missionary stories for children. Visit me at http://mybackdoorministry.blogspot.com email - [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |