When she was a young teen she would sit behind the wooden stage propped up near Lake Champlain at Isle le Motte, Vermont. Every Saturday, the owners of the campground would play fifty’s music. It was 1965 and she would sit with her older sister and they would watch their parents dance. Her mother was 5ft 2-3/4” and her father was 5ft 11”. They would sweep the floor with their soft feet floating on that wooden stage. Her mom on her tip toes swooning at the love her life. Her father with his charismatic smile. They danced like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire…only her father was much more handsome.
bodies touching
heat of a summer’s night
under moonlit sky
© Tournesol ’16/03/03
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
A lovely romantic memory.
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thanks, Rall.
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Romance ..very nicely done
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I was so excited when I saw your video…my parents came to mind immediately.
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Very romantic 🙂
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I love how you used the video to inspire this haibun … I still love to listen to Moonlight Serenade and remember my childhood!
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Thanks, cara, it’s music that brings me back to those old Fred Astaire movies….boy was a I a great dancer in my dreams 😉
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I loved those movies too and still like to go back and watch them from time to time … though I was never a Ginger Rogers 🙂
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Oh gosh, me neither:)
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