Sunday
I was lucky enough to grow up in the 70th and attended the fist experimental high school in south Florida. They called it experimental because the high school had a college structure. You were allowed to pick your teacher and classes. Because of my lack of knowledge in that respect I was assigned to an English class that had sophomores, juniors and seniors together.
Back then I didn’t know how lucky I had been. We had a new teacher every 6 weeks, and with the new teacher a new form of teaching. We learned how to read a newspaper, for a 16 years old girl that was something new, learned to analyzed music, specially Simon & Garfunkel , and I was introduced to Rod Mckuen and his different type of poetry and writing.
It was love at first sight, I was hooked for life. Many moons have passed since my high school years but Rod Mckuen has always been in my life. Today I found in the internet my favorite poem from Rod
Sunday
It's hard to believe it can be so quiet after such a noisy Saturday night. There were so many words I wanted to use last week, words I'm afraid of, like tomorrow, and together . . . and love.
If I say I love you I want it to mean more than I love peanut butter or James Bond movies. I want it to mean I'm letting go for always, that I won't turn back.
I never used the word before, I've been afraid. Once you say you love somebody, you can't take it back. But let's not talk about love, let's talk about dogs, or summertime. We can read the funny papers out loud or go to the zoo, or just stay here like we are.
Come out along the trees with me. You never knew my middle name, I haven't told you that. Do you know that I can stand on my hands . . .? Well, almost. There's probably a mole somewhere down your back that escaped my eyes in darkness.
We need to know it all. Everything that brought us to each other--and why. All those mysteries we save for no one we can give to one another. Where did the night go?
Already it's Sunday. I love you, and because of that I want you in my life
Back then I didn’t know how lucky I had been. We had a new teacher every 6 weeks, and with the new teacher a new form of teaching. We learned how to read a newspaper, for a 16 years old girl that was something new, learned to analyzed music, specially Simon & Garfunkel , and I was introduced to Rod Mckuen and his different type of poetry and writing.
It was love at first sight, I was hooked for life. Many moons have passed since my high school years but Rod Mckuen has always been in my life. Today I found in the internet my favorite poem from Rod
Sunday
It's hard to believe it can be so quiet after such a noisy Saturday night. There were so many words I wanted to use last week, words I'm afraid of, like tomorrow, and together . . . and love.
If I say I love you I want it to mean more than I love peanut butter or James Bond movies. I want it to mean I'm letting go for always, that I won't turn back.
I never used the word before, I've been afraid. Once you say you love somebody, you can't take it back. But let's not talk about love, let's talk about dogs, or summertime. We can read the funny papers out loud or go to the zoo, or just stay here like we are.
Come out along the trees with me. You never knew my middle name, I haven't told you that. Do you know that I can stand on my hands . . .? Well, almost. There's probably a mole somewhere down your back that escaped my eyes in darkness.
We need to know it all. Everything that brought us to each other--and why. All those mysteries we save for no one we can give to one another. Where did the night go?
Already it's Sunday. I love you, and because of that I want you in my life
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