Red Haired Dream — Summary

Mark MaxeyRomantic

she had red hair and freckles to match met her in the high school gym it was her eyes I prayed I could catch with her I knew my heart could mend

she was my high school love but I was too shy to even ask I daydreamed and prayed to God above but she just moved too fast my high school love was one question away

football practice was rough and hard we all looked forward to Friday night going the distant yard by yard if we won it meant I just might get my red haired maiden if I could just drop my guard

she was my high school love but I was too shy to even ask I daydreamed and prayed to God above but she just moved too fast my high school love was one question away

she sat two rows ahead of me on that night we all graduated in some ways it just was not to be it all came down to me being infatuated with a red haired dream

she was my high school love but I was too shy to even ask I daydreamed and prayed to God above but she just moved too fast my high school love was one question away

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Mark Maxey's "Red Haired Dream" is a look back at a high school crush that never went anywhere. The speaker remembers a girl with red hair and freckles, first met in the gym, and he hopes her eyes might help his heart "mend," which hints that he was hurting in some way, though the poem never says why. He is too shy to ask her out, so he daydreams and prays instead, while she seems to move through school too quickly for him to catch up.

Football becomes a kind of bargain: if the team wins on Friday night, maybe he'll finally find the nerve. By graduation, she sits just two rows ahead of him, close enough to speak to, yet nothing happens. The speaker admits it all came down to his own infatuation.

The mood is wistful and a little rueful. The repeated chorus, ending with "one question away," makes the regret feel like a thought he keeps circling back to.

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