She stood in the lake and pondered.
What kind of man he’d be?
Fishing with the sticklebacks on boats just made for three?
Crying over whiskey on nights out with the girls?
Hold her with the strength that a soldier shows his girl.
Sing her deep sweet songs with his fingers in her curls.
She stood in the lake and pondered the kind of man he’d be.
She waited day and night for him to set her free.
© G.P Williamson 2017