Self-explanatory
If I could lay beneath that tree
With boughs a-sway above my head
The grass so green, so soft my bed
The sky above so blue, so clear
Eclipsed by Mary's face so dear
Her doe eyes soft, so brown so deep
Such beauty would make strong men weep
But, alas, I was then just a boy
And boy's are not supposed to cry
But cry I do, such tears do flow
A sea of tears, I would you know
For fool I was to run away
And not in Mary's arms to stay
Away to sea, to travel far
My compass just a shining star
A star that shone so strong so bright
'twas then to me a guiding light
That led me on a path astray
For I was young and lost my way
Along a twisted winding trail
Whose twists and turns would never fail
To cause me hurt, to make me sad
To know I chose a path so bad
That gave to me so much regret
The barbs the scars I still feel yet
As I trek across these foreign lands
Of mountains high, of desert sands
In search of all that I may find
Unknowing that my eyes were blind
As Mary's face I now recall
I know at last, I had it all
The sun, the moon, the stars above
I had it all in my first love.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-22 at 17:00
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First Love.
Would a happy man I beIf I could lay beneath that tree
With boughs a-sway above my head
The grass so green, so soft my bed
The sky above so blue, so clear
Eclipsed by Mary's face so dear
Her doe eyes soft, so brown so deep
Such beauty would make strong men weep
But, alas, I was then just a boy
And boy's are not supposed to cry
But cry I do, such tears do flow
A sea of tears, I would you know
For fool I was to run away
And not in Mary's arms to stay
Away to sea, to travel far
My compass just a shining star
A star that shone so strong so bright
'twas then to me a guiding light
That led me on a path astray
For I was young and lost my way
Along a twisted winding trail
Whose twists and turns would never fail
To cause me hurt, to make me sad
To know I chose a path so bad
That gave to me so much regret
The barbs the scars I still feel yet
As I trek across these foreign lands
Of mountains high, of desert sands
In search of all that I may find
Unknowing that my eyes were blind
As Mary's face I now recall
I know at last, I had it all
The sun, the moon, the stars above
I had it all in my first love.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 571 times
Written on 2005-11-22 at 17:00
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