The Ballad of Being Young smiling back it is caressing fingers, of joy in its' youth and whole, the feeling I get as our eyes meet, something new yet very old, you can meet me out by the old pine tree, we can chase one another around it, the world seems carefree, just you and me, and the first glances and tastes of love, I try to catch you to kiss your lips, but like a fox you are to quick for me, you run around and around and around that tree, trying to escape from me, and you do yet again later your dreams catch up with you, and it is still me standing there 4 years later we look into each others eyes, the promise still there, you turn and walk away, smiling; saying catch you later.... 6-17-1999 copyright 1999 by J.W. Farmer this poem is for Carrie....may God always grace you with a smile