nicola burkett

Rookie (30.04.1984 / South East, London)

09 - Honour Under The Old Oak Tree - Poem by nicola burkett

Lay low under the old oak tree
Ready to move, ready to break free
Lay low until the dead of night
When the moon awakens and the time is right
When the wolf howls at the crescent moon
And the nightingale sings that old familiar tune
The oldest act of a gentleman's chivalry
Is portrayed to the woman under the old oak tree
The meeting of a woman and her forbidden lover
Stolen moments they devour to be with each other
Never their hands intertwined for others to see
Just un-denying love under the old oak tree
Never permitted unguarded smiles for other to see
Just un-denying love under the old oak tree

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, November 1, 2010


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