sylvia spencer

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The Bard - Poem by sylvia spencer

I once fell in love with a playwrite and poet but because
I was a child I could not show it. This love of mine that was
so dear, who went by the name of William Shakespeare.
He lived in a half timbered house in Stratford-Upon-Avon.
A beautiful place, a countryside haven. His beautiful words
were hard to understand but I thought they were precious and
somewhat grand. My love for this man just grew and grew and
because of this I had friends that were few; until one day I was
given a prize and this opened up my mothers eyes. I said I had
chosen the book myself because it contained so much wealth.
A wealth of knowledge about Shakespeare's life and Anne
Hathaway his lovely wife. My Mother said that the book needed
so much understanding, as she placed it in the bookcase on the
upstairs landing. As for me I loved that book and when I get time
I still take a look.
The Bard of Avon as you were known, and my love for you has
grown and grown. I picture you above looking down on the land
writing your sonnets, with the quill pen in your hand.

Comments about The Bard by sylvia spencer

  • (9/16/2006 2:51:00 PM)

    Nice one Sylvie,
    Old 'Bill' certainly could string a few words together.Your writing tells a story and is so enjoyable.
    Best Wishes,
    Sid John xx
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  • (5/24/2006 5:04:00 PM)

    And what a lovely picture, ease of pace and kept me going, a wonderful term of endearment
    Love Duncan X
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  • (5/12/2006 12:56:00 PM)

    What a lovely poem, Sylvia. I love the sonnets of Shakespeare too, Ten for this one without hesitation.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

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