The Scarborough fair.A Poem by Coyote PoetryMay poetry number three.The Scarborough fair... One " I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger." Two " I told her at the Scarborough fair. I love you so, dear Sheena. Be my wife and I promise to make you smile and dance forever. She told me on a Late Spring day. I know a soldier promise, is written in the sand. Easily erased by the sea. When your wars are done. I shall be waiting for the wandering soldier." Three "I stripped down to my bare skin, my clothing laid neatly and organized in the distance. I go into the late Fall sea. I allowed the cold water to awake my sleeping mind. I wait for no-one. The soldier was forgotten and lost in things he couldn't hold or love again." Four " I was twenty-one years old in 1979 and I wandered back to Scarborough. I drank in the afternoon the Scottish whiskey and I watched the Scottish gals walk by. They shared smiled with the lone soldier. I saw in their faces. The face of my dearest Sheena. I didn't call her. I left her be. I knew never attempt to re-create something that was murdered by me. I learn too late what the ancient poets wisdom. "You don't find love, love find you." I raised the Johnnie Walker to the sky and I whispered. I found kind love once. Now just a lullaby of stranger. A foolish wandering soldier. Coyote
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1 Review Added on May 5, 2022 Last Updated on May 5, 2022 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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