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Pot of Gold....

Poetry By: dibbledabble
Poetry



I saw a photo today that captured my thoughts all day, I was compelled to honour it with a verse.

if you want to see it you can find it here
http://www.bbc.co.uk/tv/features/countryfile2010/competition_results_2010.shtml


Submitted:Nov 18, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 12    Likes: 4   


Why would you walk on such a day?

She said, fire in her eyes, then sunk into her bed to stay.

She did not see the beauty out there

She only saw cold damp air.

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Stay their my love if you so care

For he new the woods, hills and lakes repair

She was a simple girl with simple needs

Kiss me, hold me, stay was her plead.

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He was a little more torn, whether to stay in her warm embrace

Or to don on his jacket and stout boots for the chase

Of solitude and time to reflect

A way from her demands for love and sex

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As he turned his back and walked to the door

Her gesture in silence was not for this score.

He was no fool he knew what she did

Her obtuse action had him think her a spoilt kid.

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The sky was grey with rain fill cloud

As he climbed the hill into the shroud

Of wet low mist that masked rocky crags either side.

Foot by foot his sad thoughts subside.

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Into the evergreen woods he climbed

The smell of fresh pine that she had maligned

Filled his senses.

Away from the arguments and defences.

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Up on the ridge passed the aged Saracen stone

He relished the space and being alone.

On a bright day down in the vale

Was a lake that as a boy he would sail

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But the weather was as stormy and unpredictable as his mood

The lake obscured in this misty interlude

He cared not as rain seeped passed collar and down his neck

As he skipped along the rock strewn path and over the beck.

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He pressed on into fine oaks and broad leaf, moving at speed

Sprits lighter, his senses revitalized, freed

She stifled him with her needs

But here the moss covered bark and canopy of leaves relieved

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Two hours passed until he reached the shore

By a crystal clear brook that danced though green rock and sparkled pure

By the side of the lake he stood breathing hard, but refreshed

When he headed out he had been depressed

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Here on his spot, his heart he though contented

And as he looked up the cloud relented

Shards of sunlight split the sky wide

And a vivid rainbow did ride

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It stretched over the hills and into the lake

So calm barely a ripple did it make

There to the left an island in splendid colour

Rays exploding autumn leaves into rich gold fervour

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A rainbow with a pot of gold

So rare you might wait till your old

Before such a sight lightens your eyes

And your heart sings with happy sighs.

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Alas for our poor guy, his heart not quite full

A little something missing so his heart string did pull

Such a wondrous sight as to wash away his cares

But what he yearned for was this scene a soul mate to share.

By Dibs





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