Bill Simmons

The King’s Gold - Poem by Bill Simmons

Evergreens in pastures seem
To be a somber sight
The rolling hills, the whippoorwills
The still of the night

Among the oaks of very old
Are the stories told by folk
Is the place to be of mystery
Where are roamed are lost souls

In the still of the night
Where are roamed on old Hollows eve
The forgotten souls of long ago
The Clan of John McGee

They say he was a pirate
Who lived by the way of sea
Who lost his fight late one night
When his men they mutinied

They say he kept well hidden
A treasure worth all the Kings gold
But the greed of men it takes them in
Until crazy they are bold

They fought his clan and killed each man
John fell just like the rest
All they found was a letter
Hidden, within the lining of his vest

It said, Honey I am coming home
You are worth all the Kings gold
In your arms is where I belong
I truly miss you so

Now are roamed the forgotten souls
That roam on old Hallows eve
And one soul too trying to find way home
That of John McGee.

Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 25, 2006

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