Meghan Jo
by
Wayne Thomas
(Age: 58)
copyright 02-22-2008
Age Rating: 10 to 127
a song, after the manner of Tennyson
In the forest stands the pine
And from its lofty height
In silence deeper than the tomb
The owl goes forth each night
To find and catch the scurrying mice
And feed its children so
While I sleep lightly at the foot
And dream of Meghan Jo.
Night is dark, the stars are dim
The moon is out of sight
The clouds drift slowly out to sea
From off the mountains' height
The blacksnake slithers here and yon
Sharp eyes dart to and fro
While I sleep soft against the bark
And dream of Meghan Jo.
And as I sleep beneath the pine
The night slips slowly past
Dawn breaks against the granite hills
While dew forms on the grass
And when I wake and stand and stretch
And sadly turn to go
Would I could linger in the dream
Of my lost Meghan Jo.
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Wayne - There's a lump in my throat, a truly beautiful and moving piece. The rhythm and flow of your words are as lovely as the sentiments. Is this a work of fiction or based on an actual loss? Thanks for a very enjoyable poem...June
It tugs at my heartstrings. It surely does.
A well-written poem with good structure rhyme and rhythm. To me, this is definitely one of your best. The imagery was scintillating and the story carried me right along.