the essence of the old country as oft explained toyou and me.
the river deep a story told of a country man who was getting old
and remembering days of summer before, lifes memories became too raw
in the bushes wrens and tits seek insects grubs and tasty treats
an owl who hunts the mouse by night.upon the tree stump sits
the summer stream meanders through the meadow
and the gods smile happily upon the scene below
kingfisher flashes past,one second in your life
then diving for its` dinner splits the water like a knife
and the slow unwary minnow,that was swimming in the shadow
looses dignity direction,looses liberty and life
and in these meadows full of flowers,he`d while away the summer hours
his sweetheart jenny at his side,time suspended the hours defied
she who was e`er to be his lass.through thick and thin in times to pass
when asked contentedly replied,of course she`d be his summer bride
and as years passed and all was well,they yet grew closer truth to tell
and once two sweethearts soon became a unity of one
two children followed in good times .the country went to war
but both sons died at anzio in 1944
Jenny and Harry both survived but jenny died in 65
and now the sign of Harrys grief.a solitary laurel wreath
and harry walks those fields so cold and feels sometimes hes getting old
sits down on the grass to cry with jenny gone----continue why?
his footsteps crunch across the crispy meadow
,the ice on pools where cows had sunk their hooves
the sun now casting long mid winter shadows
and frost was glinting on the shingles of the roofs
the man now walking slowly weariness in every pore
and onward went his weary way as each ragged breath he`d draw
the coat a classic hounds tooth check,scarf wrapped tightly round his neck
trousers tucked into his boots,gun portraying country roots
a shot rings out though not a scream,as ends this tragic country dream
into the stream on a bankside now dark
spreads the dark stain of blood,no witness to remark
harry has gone,he just wanted to die,but he`ll be with his jenny again bye and bye
As night descends there comes a friend to harrys cottage where
a note upon the table said its all too much to bear.
TEDDY
