birth and dying
armies were marching
through the lowlands in winter
when she ran through the fields
to her only love
bleak were the hedgerows
the fastnesses lonely
the wind took their whispering
and gave it the wilds
the wilds took their whispering
and made it a song
of dreams that are broken
and dreams yet to be
her footsteps returned
to the place of her growing
and she slept like an angel
though armies were marching
through the lowlands in winter
when she ran through the fields
to her only love
bleak were the hedgerows
the fastnesses lonely
the wind took their whispering
and gave it the wilds
the wilds took their whispering
and made it a song
of dreams that are broken
and dreams yet to be
her footsteps returned
to the place of her growing
and she slept like an angel
though armies were marching
posted by heelers | 1:46 AM
4 Comments:
simple and beautiful
C
Not as beautiful as, oh you know.
J
Your poetry is soulful and your song is brilliant with a 1920's feel to it. James you are a living genius, A photographer, A Poet, a Journalist, an Actor, a Playwright, a Composer - what more can any of us say. One of your greatest fans, Philomena Breslin
Lady, you're singing my song!
J
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