The last in our Waldszenen series.

'I wish everyone was like the Prophet-Bird, FT.'
'I know, dear Coo. I know.'



Farewell

'Farewell, dear Woods,' Coo whispers as we turn
   our travelling chair towards the path away
from fragrant pine, old oak and frill-frond fern
   and rushing river, where soft sunbeams play;
'and farewell, all our friends,' Coo adds, 'dear Squire,
   whose good advice prevented us from harm,
      the shoveller ducks who helped the lonely flowers,
grand Lady Fox, who spoke of flames and fire,
   the party in the Inn close by the farm,
      the Cluckers and dear Hap, such happy hours!

'And let us not forget the Prophet-Bird,
   who bade us join her in her nest for tea
and sang the sweetest song we've ever heard,
   the tending song, in such a charming key!'
Coo strums on her sitar and finds the tune,
   'Well done, dear Coo!' say I, and so we sing
      along the final stretch of woodland track,
where, red and bronze and gold, leaves lie fresh strewn,
   and sadness fades at thoughts of heartlands spring
      with Hap's 'Come 'gain!', for soon we shall be back.




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Written on 2015-11-16 at 00:29

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Beautiful. Need one say more?
2016-11-25


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I too love the rhyme scheme. What a wonderful time you all had. And you have described it all so well. Oh, but you have left me behind drinking with old Hap. Wait up........wait :)
2015-11-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! A very tricky rhyme scheme, Keatsian ode (I had to look it up). I also enjoyed "fill-frond fern."
2015-11-16


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This speaks of a fondness in leaving as I would imagine birds would do departing for the south on the fall migration. Lovely work with a gentleness sorely needed in this time of constant turmoil. Thanks e-bird.
2015-11-16


countryfog
I hope so.

I love your phrase "the tending song" . . . there is reverence and care and gratitude in it, the possibility and promise of Coo's wish.
2015-11-16