#morrison - Hello Poetry

*And whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow*? Van Morrison’67 ~~~ in the young days and nights of a youthful summer, Van’s Brown EyedGirl played endless on the transistor radio the dry heat was endless just as well, and the slow was just the way the time was counted, when it was counted, which wasn’t too often was 17 years of age with no cares, worries did not exist, ‘cept when I dreamed and conspired inside how I was gonna get that blue eyed blonde devil temptress to kiss me before the new school year commenced at the quarry where we all went swimming, the music asking questions, that nobody knew how to answer, whatever happened to Tuesday, and so slow, so slow, we never knew what the name of the day was, no reason to check the farm implements & hardware store calendar, or to X off any day special, for there was no such thing No, never got to kiss her, left the so slow, me and a buddy. took a rebuilt junker and set out for Cali, where the girls, where the beautiful girls, just surfed and smiled, and the nighttime beach parties went on till the when the last person left so quiet not sure how, ended up, in Seattle & Oregon, where met I my brown eyed girl whose car was over heating, steaming on a coastal highway, on a Tuesday, and it was no longer slow, it was treasured fast and a whirlwind blast, and that was 2025 - 1968, so 57 eons, nowadays, know what the name of every day is, where I’ll be and for how long, but truth be told, in my happy moments if you asked, could not tell the day, the time, when the brown eyed girl and I smile into each other’s eyes, and so slow is the sweetness of our lives,

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Dec 13, 2025

Dec 13, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC

poetoftheway

Summer ‘67: And whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow?

*And whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow*? Van Morrison’67 ~~~ in the young days and nights of a youthful summer, Van’s Brown EyedGirl played endless on the transistor radio the dry heat was endless just as well, and the slow was just the way the time was counted, when it was counted, which wasn’t too often was 17 years of age with no cares, worries did not exist, ‘cept when I dreamed and conspired inside how I was gonna get that blue eyed blonde devil temptress to kiss me before the new school year commenced at the quarry where we all went swimming, the music asking questions, that nobody knew how to answer, whatever happened to Tuesday, and so slow, so slow, we never knew what the name of the day was, no reason to check the farm implements & hardware store calendar, or to X off any day special, for there was no such thing No, never got to kiss her, left the so slow, me and a buddy. took a rebuilt junker and set out for Cali, where the girls, where the beautiful girls, just surfed and smiled, and the nighttime beach parties went on till the when the last person left so quiet not sure how, ended up, in Seattle & Oregon, where met I my brown eyed girl whose car was over heating, steaming on a coastal highway, on a Tuesday, and it was no longer slow, it was treasured fast and a whirlwind blast, and that was 2025 - 1968, so 57 eons, nowadays, know what the name of every day is, where I’ll be and for how long, but truth be told, in my happy moments if you asked, could not tell the day, the time, when the brown eyed girl and I smile into each other’s eyes, and so slow is the sweetness of our lives,