Marooned (Part 6 Of 6) Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

[Continued from part 5]

A pretty girl I hadn't noticed before
walked up to me and handed me
a page from her notebook. It said:

I'd search for You

If I could walk backwards into the night
Down dark and winding roads of pale moonlight
I'd search for you

If I could spin the earth back round the sun
To years before my heart was won
I'd wish for you

If I could fly beyond the earth's blue sky
From star to star I'd step, gazing from on high
For views of you

If like a drifting seashell I washed upon your isle
I'd hope to find you waiting there with your silly smile
I'm in love with you

Beach Girl

Jessica saw that other women
were writing poems and giving
them to me, so she wrote another:

This Stupid Thing Called Love

Love is stupid, love is blind
I hope I never find
This stupid thing called love

Love is ancient, yet still confusing
And I find it amusing
We always fall for the foolish tricks of love

Call me stubborn, call me cynical
But I admit I am hypocritical
Because I am in love

Jessica Lockhart

Then suddenly she grabbed me
in a passionate embrace
and locked her sweet lips onto mine

and kissed me long and hard
and I could tell that something else
was getting long and hard as well

and I pulled away and stammered:
Jessica, stop! Don't take off your dress!
There's something that I must confess:

I don't believe in getting intimate
before marriage! And I was thinking it's a sin
that all this rhyme keeps creeping in,

because all this time

I thought I was doing free verse!
Then Jessica said, Well, I'm glad to hear
that. I don't either, but I came near

to making a fool of myself. I just don't know
what it was that possessed me so. Then she
buttoned her top two buttons back up.

Well, things settled down after that; nobody
brought any more poems to me or even came near.
They'd heard my confession and gave me my space.

We all got along with no fighting at all
and time moved along at a pretty good clip,
and a few months later, along came a ship

and rescued us all, me and twenty-four pregnant women,
and Bri Edwards, who, unbeknownst to me,
had been hiding on the island all along!

(Jessica was not one of the ones that were expecting.
When the ship docked, she invited me to come
home with her and meet her parents!)