(ponders)


Fairest Lawn



camst thou wither in a dither
feather weather closely drawn
as a doe stays to her fawn
fond of sky, why art thou ever
wont to fly as is yore flock
out beyond the sterling stock
mind ye not thee olde tick tock
mayst be thou art such a writer
flowers dress the fairest lawn...



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-02-08 at 20:14

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Hans Bump
I had to read this twice but it was worth it.
The second time I read it in the context of poetry as a stream of thoughts and impressions. Then it resonated with me.
Thanks for the read
2012-02-10