August W. Landing

Rookie - 11 Points (21/08/1923 / Kenya)

New Is Found And Old Is Lost... - Poem by August W. Landing

The new was sparkle
The old was Shine.
The new was wild,
The old was mine.

And why is it the wilding new:
that I know not and knows me not
Trembles and shackles my heart of you
Like a sweet piano knot?

I give my roses for my bluebells
Roses were prettier,
But Bluebells are new...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012

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