By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey
I was only 16 year old, in the Fall of 1969.
That's when my eyes first beheld him. My everlasting love.
He was standing there right in front of me. I was standing there right in front of him.
Then my soul whispered, as goose bumps ran wild,
THAT'S HIM!
I thought I would faint, then I pulled myself together,
walked quickly past him to find a seat on the bus.
That Fall day, well, I can think of no words, to express how much that day means to me.
I wonder how many young students meet "The One" when school begins in the "Fall"?
That's when my eyes first beheld him. My everlasting love.
He was standing there right in front of me. I was standing there right in front of him.
Then my soul whispered, as goose bumps ran wild,
THAT'S HIM!
I thought I would faint, then I pulled myself together,
walked quickly past him to find a seat on the bus.
That Fall day, well, I can think of no words, to express how much that day means to me.
I wonder how many young students meet "The One" when school begins in the "Fall"?
I always loved the "First" day of school preparations.
The aroma of new leather shoes, the soft mohair sweater, shiny school supplies,
meeting up with old friends, & meeting the new teacher.
But nothing has ever come close to the "Fall of 1969.
The aroma of new leather shoes, the soft mohair sweater, shiny school supplies,
meeting up with old friends, & meeting the new teacher.
But nothing has ever come close to the "Fall of 1969.
