A new song! -13th November 2014.


My gentle one.

There is a story I must tell,
About the riders of the night.
They came from far with pockets of gold,
But upon them a curse was sewn.
And I love you, I love you,
My darling one.

So they rode to the mountain side,
Where lazy rivers are running west.
They needed her gentle touch,
To rid the curse and come on home.
And I love you, I love you,
My darling one.

And so they came to the camping fire,
They settled by the pinewood grove.
They began to tell the stories of old.
The journey had hit them so.
And I love you, I love you,
My darling one.

The winter freeze came on loud,
As the riders wept in their sleep.
Their pockets of gold didn't warm them none.
His dying words couldn't carry on.
I love you, I love you
My darling one.

I love you, I love you
My gentle one.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2014-11-13 at 16:25

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Beautiful like a song. The rhythm carries the reader along with the story. Nice.
2014-11-14


shells
This is so lovely, flows beautifully, love the lines "Pockets of gold."
2014-11-13