An attempt at an old-fashioned folk lyric.


Silver birch

By the silver birch bark,
When our hair was dark,
I held you in my arms
As we shared our charms.

Under the silver birch shadow
We danced to and fro,
Oh how we would sway
When our hair had turned grey.

The silver birch is our tree,
That is what it is called,
Now leafless, I too am bald,
But thank God not thee!




Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-07 at 22:11

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
A winsome, handsome, gladsome lyric! Bravissimo!
2021-01-08


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done Christopher!
2021-01-08