This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Andrew Nelson On Date: 2001-11-14 11:12:41 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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One Last Dream

The old man sat down, starting to tire On a hoary old stone next to the byre Thoughts drifted through of his long ago pledge As his old leather boot toed some sedge At his side his friend, an aging steed Who nudged his sleeve of slightly frayed tweed The wind blew a little, stirred his wispy white hair A smiled twitched his lip, fleeting and rare It had been just a day since he laid her to rest Now he could just dream of her life, her zest The smile traced in as he remembered the place Where he saw through the veil, her angelic face That wonderful day he saw their first child When it laid next to her breast, through her pain she smiled The years swept by, fast and fleet Turned glorious by the woman who made him complete The tear down his cheek burned with fire No longer would he feel her touch, her desire His sixty-five years with her passed in one leap Then he closed his eyes forever in sleep

Copyright © November 2001 Mark Andrew Nelson

Additional Notes:
"Byre" is a word from the North of England for "Barn"


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