No tears could hide her sorrows
the hurt she feels inside
with grandiose great affection
only thoughts of pride
...
when gypsies trod upon the downs
when heather sweet was scattered round
when vardos were true caravans
when kyers rode pon these lands
...
in shadows of packages were men do delight
with maidens of virtue so great in their sight
oh promise of heaven and sweet melodies
were offered in bread crumbs at the edge of the sea
...
someone has planted the happiness tree
with branches so strong with roots heavenly
its buds they grew rich and its leaves they grew wild
it grew in the wind where the children all smiled
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in the forests of antiquity
the cowboy angel rides
a parchment in his pocket sealed
Flowers for his bride
...
its my poetic playground
my place of loyal trust
i compromise my valor
and conjure up a crust
...
A Fathers Love
No tears could hide her sorrows
the hurt she feels inside
with grandiose great affection
only thoughts of pride
the footsteps down the hallway
the knocking at the door
the joys of childhood laughter
that's what love is for
the years they spent together
sailboats on the shore
the sun in all its splendor
the writings on the wall
the families reunions
the games of ecstasy
the sounds of foolish laughter
the fathers majesty
all hands were on the table
all hearts were sewn with love
all seasons of good plenty
all families of love
the carousel rides together
the splashing in the rains
the sorrows and the treasures
no love like that remains
a fathers love to cherish
to guide you on your way
a life full of sound blessings
to treasure every day