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Once before it was too late, so late I could not move at all
I found a forest growing tall and free not a single tree did I see
Around the forest there wound a wall the roundest wall around it all
And if a tree should trip and fall only I was there to heed the call
Somewhere near the centre epiwise a lady in a garden old as time
Was weaving the shadows thrown by leaves into a shawl for Ought to wear
Although I thought that she appeared to be one ever young and fair
Displaying as she did milky galaxies of moonbeams at four o'clock in her hair was light as Day and blew away the storms that came sometimes to play with trees, and as I bode a spell she read to me from her Book Of Ironies,Â
Said I, 'Oh my your meaning's clear as meanings get.' and so said I and so she let me. Said she, 'It's just the moon Odette.' and closed the door ever so gently.
Once before it was too late, so late I could not move at all
I found a forest growing tall and free not a single tree did I see...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-02-09 at 01:03
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Around A Forest
Once before it was too late, so late I could not move at all
I found a forest growing tall and free not a single tree did I see
Around the forest there wound a wall the roundest wall around it all
And if a tree should trip and fall only I was there to heed the call
Somewhere near the centre epiwise a lady in a garden old as time
Was weaving the shadows thrown by leaves into a shawl for Ought to wear
Although I thought that she appeared to be one ever young and fair
Displaying as she did milky galaxies of moonbeams at four o'clock in her hair was light as Day and blew away the storms that came sometimes to play with trees, and as I bode a spell she read to me from her Book Of Ironies,Â
Said I, 'Oh my your meaning's clear as meanings get.' and so said I and so she let me. Said she, 'It's just the moon Odette.' and closed the door ever so gently.
Once before it was too late, so late I could not move at all
I found a forest growing tall and free not a single tree did I see...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 524 times
Written on 2013-02-09 at 01:03
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