Spooning

I like to go a-spooning

     All on a summer’s day

Along the quiet river

     Or out upon the bay.

I mind me not the season,

     At morn or night or noon,

A pair of oars to guide me

     And spoon and spoon and spoon.

What though the shadows deepen

     And weirdly calls the loon;

When evening shades are falling

     Then is the time to spoon.

‘Tis then the heart awakens

     And nature joins the tune;

‘Tis then you hug the – shadows

     And spoon and spoon and spoon.

What joy to be off spooning

     With naught to interfere;

To be away from worry

     With nothing but your dear

Old boat and rod and tackle,

     Upon a lone lagoon;

A pipe and gleaming waters,

     And just a whirling spoon.

Feb. 24, ‘09

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