Festival Girl

Here’s to the freedom of joy You dressed in your hippy print The wind blowing through you hair Delighted in what the notes hint Well away from the day to day Here among friends you don’t know Your eyes sparkle to strangers And you don’t care what shows Will you remember this for years? Will you return to raise your children? Will you be the old lady in the river? Will you worry about money spent? Here’s to the freedom of now Let the wind blow and hair flow You are the festival girl today And you will reap the smiles you sowed

by Dave Schipper (c) 2023 Rose Riversongs

The word was salacious

To say she was salacious

Under played her depth

Sure her nature, flirtatious

He clung to every breath

And my was she loquacious

Plus addictive as meth

He kept peering into her eyes

The most brilliant blue

All those words could be lies

But he was lost in the view

And then she touched his thighs

He knew this couldn't be true

By God's grace love happens

She did create Rom-Com's

Yes hookups are in fashion

But this touching was calm

Yes, yes, yes there was passion

More words NO! (face palm)

We'll just end it there.

(c) Dave Schipper Roseriversong 2023

Thanks to Sarah Morris who's songwriting group had the word salacious as a prompt.  This is a slighty less wordy version of one I wrote as part of my a page a day for 40 days lent commitment to myself.  I'll be choosy what I share, but I like how this one was so much fun.