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Open Poetry #46

beneath the sycamore tree

Walter Poe
Senior Member

since 1999-10-13

Posts 787

0 posted 2010-12-19 05:26 PM

The birds and flowers they sang to me
As i walked 'neath the bows of the sycamore tree
A light refreshing rain soaks my skin
I was washed in the flow and made whole again.

The lights they flowed from bird to bee
In the soft light, in the warm rain,
'neath the sycamore tree.

Once my lady i did seranade thee
With light voice and warm heart
'neath the sycamore tree.

Once we walked and we were made free
in the thin light of a late night
'neath the sycamore tree.

We loved as the angels wild, unendingly
On the brown leaves, on an autumn day
'neath the sycamore tree

Now I leave you my love to sleep deep
with my heart stole, in a cold hole.
'neath the sycamore tree.

To take a lot of pain,
take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud,
holds a lot of rain

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2010-12-19 05:33 PM

Too bad it had to end so sad.
However, that's one of the breaths of poetry.
Many reflections under the sycamore nicely presented here Paul.
Like the old style.

Eric

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