Whispering TreesA Poem by TomTwo of my dear cafe friends have been urging me to pen a poem sooner than later, so that I did, and as such, it's dedicated to both, I guess they'll know who they are without me disclosing same?
Whilst out for a stroll, if truth be told
when first, I heard the news, she's going away, no more to stay ne'er again, we'll schmooze Carried on the breeze, the whispering tress sang a lonesome lullaby, my love so fair, with raven black hair alas, must say goodbye My heart sank low, why would she go looking up, I cried aloud, has she met another, a secret lover I implored a passing cloud? I do not know, you'll have to go and seek the wise old owl then raindrops fell, my tears as well this grief, I could not cowl I plundered on, far, far beyond in hope to engage, and there perched high, I did spy one known as the sage O' eminent bird, truth is your word pray tell it is falsehood, for I am rueful, my lady beautiful has gone to Bollywood Be calm good sir, said he up there let me assuage this yearn, the trees tell lies, I see two dark eyes awaiting your return Thank you wise owl, cheek by jowl reunited we shall be, then homewards ran, a renewed man my heart now filled with glee And there within, fair lady of dark skin from land of tiger and jaguar saying, a pushy boss, wished her to cross far sea, to become a movie star But as is her kind, politely, she did decline for here, she feels at ease, in this land so green, where can be seen those beguiling, whispering trees © 2017 TomAuthor's Note
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