BLACK BUTTERFLY

 POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS

              Lincoln,July 1968

Hamwiches, spamwiches homemade jamwiches

we ate them all, you and I

when we went with Janet and Sammy

to Lincoln in July.

 

You sang 'Sam'n'Janet Evening'

You thought it was fun, so did I

but Janet and Sammy were not amused

in Lincoln in July.

 

You held my hand as we walked along

under a leaden sky

and I wanted things to always be

like Lincoln in July.

 

In one day, you changed our perceptions

taught our minds how to fly

You made us, all three, in to poets

in Lincoln in July

 

But did you know, in some holy war

that Sammy was going to die?

Was that why you were so wonderful

in Lincoln in July?

 

These days, when my life seems so  mundane

 and I pick up my pen then think "Why?"

 My mind is always transported

 to Lincoln in July.

 

 Hamwiches, spamwiches, home made  jamwiches.

 Wasn't it great fun to fly.

To gaze from that height on the drab, grey  world

 of Lincoln in July.