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Maybe she’ll speak to me, at least look, when she passes my way,

I know she sees me leaning on the fence, along the lane every day.

I could reach out and touch her, as she came home from school,

But she walked right by, with nary a glance, and I felt like a fool.


I am sure she noticed me, I was her next farm neighbor, in fact.

Her name was Dolly, and she was really stacked.

My heart would beat rapidly, deeply in my chest,

Praying for a simple “Hello”, was my unspoken request.


But she just passed by me, day after day, walking down the lane,

 As I leaned on the rail fence, with my arms splayed, sun or rain.

I was so close to her body, I could actually touch her, with no doubt,

Why did she ignore me, what was that all about?


I imagined I felt her body heat, at least so it would seem,

Oh, that lovely girl, caused me many a restless dream.

She jostled my imagination, at strange hours of the night,

That girl of my dreams, how I wished I may, I wished I might.


In the dark of my room, her image robbed me nightly,

Of a much-needed sleep, her vision shone so brightly.

This shapely young lady, quite disturbing by any gage,

To the hormones of a young boy, especially at my age.


Endowed with all the curves, where they were supposed to be,

Draped tightly with jersey tops, and skirts above the knee.

I dreamed of taking her for a ride, in my model A Ford,

But that didn’t happen, although I had planned her reward.


This was during World War II, my family moved to the city,

I was then no longer a country boy, Dolly was out of my life, what a pity.

I would never again, see my sleep disturbing pretty young girl,

Good- bye Dolly, you missed it, you should have given us a whirl.


It was the end of a romance, destined not to be,

An end of a dream, our chance at love for you and me.

Alas, I met another beautiful young lady, hence made her my wife,

Fifty years passed after I left the farm, and built another life.


One evening I was presenting a seminar, near my old homestead,

Just about five miles from where I lived, and Dolly was bred.

At the intermission of my talk, a lady approached me,

With mousy grey uncombed hair, and missing teeth plain to see.


Unkempt, un-decorous, wearing ruffled and wrinkled clothes,

Summer sandals in freezing March, with unmanicured misshapened toes.

 Lacking co-ordinates, un-be-jeweled with distractions, widespread,

She sidled up to me, and in a sexy solicitous voice said:


“Hi Russ, remember me?”  “No, I’m sorry.” I asked, “Should I know you?”

“I used to be your neighbor”, she whispered, “and I remember you.

You watched with me every day, coming home from school.”

“Which neighbor”, I asked?  “Come on”, she replied, “don’t play cool.”


“When I came home each day, you were leaning on your fence,

You should know me anywhere. Cut the pretense.

You tried every day to get my attention, as I walked by,

You leaned on your fence rail, so close I could hear you sigh.”


“I lived down the lane, in the farm behind yours, 1942.”

“You’re not Dolly”, I gasped? “Can it be true, is it really you?”

I stepped back to get a good look at who this really was,

My blonde dream goddess Dolly, my long lost cause?


I recognized nothing about her and could barely speak out,

I examined her being carefully, trying to remove my doubt.

I then managed to ask her, why she never spoke,

When I hung on the fence to say hello, like good neighbor folk.


She said, her Mother watched down the driveway, using a spyglass,

“She forbade me to talk to you”, threatening that she’d whip her ass.

Even if she looked in my direction, mom threatened the wrath,

Of a mother from the old country, on a much feared warpath.


But now her mother was gone, and she had a husband to mind,

She became a homely sorry old specimen, of womankind.

When I returned home that night, I gazed upon my lovely bride,

Soundly sleeping, awaiting my return to be there, by her side.


I said a prayer thanking God, for his divine connection,

That steered me away from puppy love, in the right direction.

Lord you saved me from a big mistake, by thwarting my pursuit,

And a special thanks to Dolly’s mother, although the point is now moot.


I learned the “age old” lesson, to be careful for what you pray,

Be sure you know what you’re asking for, you may get it someday.

I have seen an example, of how God may deal with a request.

Thank you God, now I know with all things, you really do know best.