Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, lie down, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of season
Come lay beside me lass and sense the softness
Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
Shamrock blades in sparkle by the mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
Again I ask you lass......come lay you down by me
Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, lov' and let me assure you
That Emeralds and ...
C O R T E G E...
Cobblestone had propensity
to be snared by rusted horseshoes.
One could hear the pain of the clydesdale
by the sharp, scraping sound
from each hoof as it slapped
at the stones 'neath its u-shaped soles,
bending awkwardly at the knee
writhing, forward in stride.
Yet no one would pay much mind