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The one Dreams are Made of

The one Dreams are Made of

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It was an evening I could never forget
sunset was closing in
the air was fresh
a midsummer breeze

lemonade in hand
watching the Cadillac’s driving by the sidewalk
everywhere people were just enjoying life

I walked towards a gentleman
playing a guitar outside a barber’s shop

I just stood and listened
he played a tune so familiar
yet, I couldn't think what it was
ah yes I got it
β€œIt’s Now or Never” by Elvis

Just then, the barber shop door swung open
and out he came…
the star of the show
oh yes, it was Elvis Presley
I’m a pretty shy gal, but I screamed at the top of my lungs

my all-time favorite superstar
standing right there in front of me
flustered like a ten year old meeting her idol

I dropped my lemonade all over my sandals
he stared at me, almost as if he knew me?

then all of a sudden
he started singing to the music of the guitar
a concert just for me perhaps?

as tears of joy rolled down my face
the song finished and he went on his way

but not before I got a kiss on the cheek and a wink

I stood for a while, reflecting on
how much the lyrics of the song
meant to me at that one single moment in my life

I never did see him again
but each time I hear his song on the radio

I remember that concert
the one just for me...

the one dreams are made of.
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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

The only time I was starstruck so to speak was whenever the mention of my Hockey guy...

Hockey Season I was only 6 year old girl glued to the T.V.

My Dad knew him well...

When I was 18 he had already retired from Hockey and my Dad ran into him and brought home a huge box for me...

My Dad said here...

Thank you I said...

He said it's from your Hockey guy...

Oh what is it?

I want to see him and thank him...

My Dad said look he's a friend of mine and no...

I just wanted to say thank you...

He said you're way too shy...

He doesn't have 4 hours waiting for you to stop staring at him before you say something...

I will give him your message...

Okay...

Thank you...

Great fun write...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much dear Sparrowsong, I've even seen MR bean up close and personal but alas, for me Elvis is just a dream .. so very lovely to have reminded you of yours. Amazing how poems can connect each other. Thank you dear poetess. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much,Β  it's my slumberbash
(a party in my dream) 🌹

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Lorna

Hello ShirleyΒ 
I was transported into the 1950s USA here!! I love that musical era...really enjoyed this :)Β 
Lorna x

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Shirley Harrison

Ah,  how kind dear Lorna, I'm so glad you have enjoyed this. I adore Elvis and the Beatles and so many others, they just don't make music like they used to. 🌹

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