The Farmer's WifeA Poem by David Lewis Paget
‘Why
the commotion now, my love?
You
cry at the breaking dawn, The
dog’s asleep in his kennel still Though
the c**k has crowed for the morn; The
birds have stirred in the branches there Of
the willow, out by the lake, Why
do you weep, and cry, and mourn Before
you’re even awake?’ ‘What
became of the silence we Enjoyed
in the days gone by, When
a simple glance was enough romance And
we lay, looked up at the sky. When
a whispered word that I barely heard Would
sound from your own sweet lips, As
my hand reached out to relieve your doubt, Caressing
your fingertips?’ ‘I
must get out to the barley field, The
sheep are starting to lamb, The
fence is down by the hillside mound, And
the water’s leached from the dam, The
days are long, and I must be strong For
the work will never keep, So
why do you lie and weep and cry When
I need to get to sleep?’ ‘The
pigs broke out of the pen last night, I
must rebuild the sty, They’re
wandering over the cabbage patch, So
today, it’s do or die! I
haven’t the help I used to have Since
John - well! I should have said, He
toppled the tractor in the ditch And
now, well now, he’s dead!’ ‘Nothing
will bring him back you know, Your
crying’s all in vain, All
of those hours he spent with you They
caused me only pain! Settle
your head and love me now As
once you did in the past…’ ‘Never!’
she said, her eyes were dead And
the tears came thick and fast! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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