A Bumpkin's Chronicle

He likes her burgundy lips And he begs for a kiss. The poor chap really misses And he regrets of the wild goose chase. A countrywoman close upon her menopause Still waits for him with a crack up And this wild flower beats about the bush. The naive Goody-goody who walks from the city end helplessly? And in the semi-darkness of the twilight sky the glimmer of the Starvation star twinkles lazily. No barriers & restrictions it seems, The country road always opens for the desperate wayfarers. To my dearest Denis.Joe..............'Though we never met in this sojourn Yet I see you in my fading dreams on and off, how strange this life my dear Joe? '