"What I Don't Mean" It wasn't a happy time, nor was it sad. It was just a time to be young, A little good, A little bad. His memory tells him, it was the Summer, in the year of '58 In the strawberry fields, of an Arkansas plantation, he first looked upon her lovely face. No passion burned within them as they toiled down the rows. Two kids coming together from two parts of this country, Headed to a place that neither could know. All Summer they worked, they laughed, as in the fields they did play like the wind in the willows, the weeks so soon rolled away. Then, the Summer was over and from his life she was gone. This Missouri maiden, this Bama lad would for a time go on alone. As the years drifted by into the Army he did go. would he ever again see her? would she somehow feel his hearts glow? then one day he heard his name, as he stood at mail call. a letter from this Missouri maiden made this young soldier stand so tall. The letters then came often, sometimes daily she would write. building memories if only on paper, writing love words into the night. The months rolled by so quickly, he counted the minutes till he could go. to share his time and life with her, Novembers wind, Decembers snow. As he rode he thought of the fields where they played those long days past. Would their future be made certain? would their young love forever last? Only hours stood between them, she would be waiting in SWC. he would hold her in his arms and kiss her sweet lips so tenderly. Then in a moment of unguarded passion he said some words he did not mean. after which their enchanted garden ceased to bloom it's beautiful green. ugly thorns then sprang up where lovely roses only yesterday grew. un-meant words did break her heart, still he loved her, what could he do? Written By: Troy Windom Closing thoughts You might ask, Why did you not go back and apologize? Well, I did! But by then it was far to late. You see she had been hurt before! I guess two broken hearts was all she could take. She trusted me, She loved me, she wanted us to forever walk hand in hand. But words I said brought her sorrow Leaving me a broken man. Un-meant words often come back to haunt us even in our happiest times. If you say words that you don't mean, you may live to regret them dear friend of mine. I've know others whom I've loved and in them fulfilled some dreams. Friends, there have been many none of which I've replayed this scene. So, to this lovely Missouri Maiden, I say I'm sorry this one more time. Sorry, for words I said to you, Words that still echo you once were mine.