Old Oak & Old MemoriesA Poem by TwilightThe idea for this one emerged very spontaneously, as it sometimes does. Just imagined a rural scene, with an old oak and a wandering; yet happy traveller...
Part One: Sayeth the happy wanderer:-
(I) Oh wise old Oak, Pray tell what you have seen, I be just a happy wanderer, It's knowledge which I gleam, To tell me not twould be mean, (II) Over hill and dale I've wandered, Through fields of grass and 🌽 corn, Wheat fields and lovers' nests, Streamlets stream where I take my rest, Each new day ever on the cresp, Part Two: Sayeth The Wise Old Oak:- (I) I look down from way up high, My crown is wisdom boasteth I, Matchstick folk mingling with cattle, Why there's Robin Hood!, Testing his mettle, (II) The heads of lovers kissing, Birds drifting by, Clouds of many colours, Restless not I, But trueth that I sigh - as life pass me by. © 2024 TwilightAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTwilightBelper, Derbyshire, United KingdomAboutMy first name is Julian. I'm a white male, straight, English and 51 years old. My email address is [email protected]. Writing is just an interest to me. My favourite writers include H. P.. more..Writing
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