Re:anywhere - by Scottish gal

[nomad]

In an era of a lie:

in an era of this time
before the truth became a lie
lived a man who took retreat
in the lowliest of seat

and though it has been said
and often times been read
he once graced the town
that actualized his frown

sauntering about his way
fluttering songs so gay
of splendid knolls in bloom
and enchanting bells at noon

never did he know
as he bumbled through the flow
his song would prove a sigh
in an era of this time
before the truth became a lie!

now this time is but a pass
and all remains but his class
so this jeer I opt to share
for this [man] I elect to care

it was given, neglect of thought
a title remaining frilled with fraught
through a rumor of vainest deeds
for this [man] with special needs

so on a day of autumns zest
as a bird of song would flee it's nest
came a roar in form of tale
about this man who's mind was frail

frail it was, decayed twas not
yet, lo! his name is left to rot
despite his heart and simple mind
in an era of this time
before the truth became a lie!
©1998 Kerry Iona Dempster

[nomad]

please excuse the typo: it's = its

[Willy]

Very nice, nomad!

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Di (aka ^..^ ~ Willy)

I applaud you. Matt, the Irish Highlander, is trying to inspire me to write poetry again. It's been many, many years. Don't stop!

[ScottishLassie2]

I loved the peom. Keep writing nomad!