CONFESSIONS OF A YOUTH.

Serial Waves, 14 September 1940, Page 18

CONFESSIONS OF A YOUTH.

I remember the first time I tried it, . I was only a kid of fifteen, And though she was younger than I was, She was far more composed and serene.

I was eager, yet awkwardly backward, Uncertain of how to proceed; But she seemed not to notice the shyness, With .which I prepared for the deed.

It was but in the barn I remember At the close of a long summer day’, And the evening was scented with clover, And the fragrance of newly mown hay.

I remember she made no objection, Nor showed any sign of alarm, For I loved her and surely she.loved me Since she first came to live on the farm.

I remember she moved a bit closer And the touch of her body was warm. As my fingers moved awkwardly o’er her While she nestled her head on my arm.

Looking back on it now I remember, How I stood while my head seemed to spin At the thought of the deed contemplated Net reluctant somehow to be in. :

But her eyes seemed, I thought, to release me From waiting and being afraid, And even Old Milly the plough horse Looked, over the manger and neighed.

When later I stood up uncertain Of whether to run or to stay I tingled with.pride, but was shaken and awed, As I knew that at last it was done.

I remember, it seemed ages later, How my heart hammered under my blouse, With the joy of a boy that has grown to a man, ; As I made my way up to the house. Twenty years have gone by since that evening, But I have never forgotten, I vow,. ■ The thrill and the joy I felt as a boy, On the day that I first milked a cow !