My LadyA Poem by James MayfieldPoe-esque I hopeMy lady stands in the night Amidst the early winters chill Staring faithfully to the stars
To her chest she clutches A worn and weathered tome It's pages long lost to time
But she remembers She remembers lines of hope And of sadness Of prophecies long lost
She remembers times of love And the lack thereof
This book she clutches To her bosom tightly As ivy climbs her steady form
The book of her life Her forgotten memoires She holds in keeping Until the ivy Claims them both © 2008 James MayfieldAuthor's Note
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35 Reviews Added on February 7, 2008 AuthorJames MayfieldClarksville, TNAboutI am tired of the usual drivel that I have here. Yes, I was writing in High School. I was apparently doing a decent job as I was sent to a workshop hosted by Brescia College. Most of my works from .. more..Writing
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