My poem to music of Caravelli. Thanks to Likekinds for this lovely song. Ode To Amy Jo Amy Jo went out to walk. It was a sunny day. As she walked she met a handsome man along the way. He told her that he lived nearby but said he couldn't stay. They walked and walked, and talked and talked then he went on his way. As Amy Jo walked home she thought about this handsome guy his wavy hair, his perfect smile, the twinkle in his eyes, his manly form, his rugged arms, his manner, oh so mild. She hungered to see more of him but she was just a child. Well, not a child but a teen, not a kid, just sweet sixteen, not completely grown, but seen as a child, though in between. Amy Jo went into town hoping there to meet this man who told her that he worked in a shop on Market Street. Amy went into the shop but he was not around. A woman told her he was gone, he left that quiet town. The woman talked to Amy Jo and told her that she should forget about the handsome man for he was not so good. But Amy Jo, persistent, found she missed him by a day. He bought himself an old T-Bird and left for Tampa Bay. She wasn't a child, she was a teen, not a kid but sweet sixteen, not completely grown but seen as a child, though in between. Amy Jo went home, so sad, thinking of a plan; a way to see him once again, this blue-eyed handsome man. She broke into her mother's bank, she had done this once before. She took four hundred dollars, sold her mountain bike for more. She bought a ticket with the cash and headed for Tampa Bay, but Amy never made it for her plane went down that day. The pastor at the funeral prayed for a spirit free and wild; "Dear Father, please forgive her sins for she was just a child." copyright - C A Culver
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