Earth, sun, heaven, moon,
send your spirit to the coomb,
valley of beauty. vale so fair,
the flowers growing everywhere.
Dappled shade, in the glade,
the damselfly, its eggs it layed.
Down by the flowing stream,
is where I love to go and dream.
As I sit here, with eyes closed,
I tell the Weeping Willow all my prose.
My welsh gypsy remember when,
we walked this way, I loved you then.
We sat here quietly under this tree,
you said that you would always love me,
but I'm afraid it was not to be,
another maiden took you from me.
I still remember those quiet times,
those poems you wrote, they were sublime.
Our hearts were beating, the birds were singing,
we held each other with love and feeling.
With each word of this poem I write,
I think of your smile, it brightens my life.
Though those days have long gone,
the memories of you still linger on.
Comments
darkenwolf | August 21, 2010 - 17:14
The end of the third stanza is a bit jerky for me even though it rhymes but it is a good peice about memories well done Jenny
;)
skinner_jennifer | August 21, 2010 - 17:27
Hi Darkenwolf,
Thanks for your comment. I did try for an (IP) but
I don't think I am ever going to get on. There is
so much good stuff out there. It's gonna be a very
hard task.
Glad you liked it.
Jenny.
Kahdai | September 10, 2010 - 23:22
You can think up the IP youknow? I think its great! Marvellous description! K
skinner_jennifer | September 20, 2010 - 13:15
Hi Kahdai,
Thankyou, so glad you liked it.
Jenny.
well-wisher | November 7, 2010 - 12:45
I think this is one of your best poems, Jenny. I like all the descriptive detail. It really conjured up the summer and the feeling of lost love.
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2010 - 15:35
Hi well-wisher,
thankyou so much for your very kind comment, also
for reading.
Jenny.