When Paisley was cool

I had the following prompts to choose from:

  • Erika-  When paisley was cool
  • Amy- A pink plastic flamingo in a Koi pond
  • Wendy- What happens at Band Camp, stays at Band Camp
  • Cameron-  My massage therapist, Fabio, is not a product of my imagination, really.

I really liked them all, however not being as clever as Wendy, I chose one, Erika’s.  Being in a bit of a melancholy mood over summers of my own youth, I concocted this.  Please be of a mind that I have never belonged to a country club or known a boy named James Dean.  Enjoy:

When Paisley was cool,
And I a young fool,
Fell in love with James Dean
By the country club pool.

He was smooth as can be,
When he whispered to me,
I was the prettiest thing
That he’d ever see.

Out under the trees
Floated bands’ melodies
And the scent of Jasmine
Blew by on the breeze

It was not rehearsed
And I deeply immersed
In a kiss that made
My pitter patter heart burst.

I will tell you this,
That first kiss was bliss
A sweet summer something
I always will miss

I was so innocent
And just what that kiss meant
Was a lesson in life
And how true love went

Summer ended, so cruel
James Dean left for school
Never saw him again,
That’s first love’s rule.

But I remember it now,
And a smile I’ll allow
Thinking back to the days
When Paisley was cool.

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About jfosberry

Jennifer Fosberry is a science geek turned children' book writer. After working in the high tech industry in Silicon Valley and running away to Costa Rica for a few years, she returned to the San Francisco Bay area to read, write, and try to get out of housework. "Isabella Star of the Story" is her fourth picture book. She lives with her husband and three children and her little dog, too.

Posted on July 1, 2013, in This Is Jen's Turn, Written By The BBB's and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Makes me want to curl up in my airconditioned living room and watch Giant or East of Eden, and have my own thoughts about James Dean! Great Job, Jen. A perfect poem for a hot summer day.

  2. Aww what a sweet poem! If it makes you feel better, I can’t write poetry, or songs, or prophecies. I need my clever friends to help me with that kind of stuff.

  3. I love that you chose to do a poem- and one so evocative of days gone by. While we can never return; we can remember and treasure those simultaneously halcyon and chaotic times of youth.

    Great job, Jen!

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