SHE CAME TO FIND HIM GONE!

She came to the orchard with

Her basket to fill , her bucket to

Only to find the trees goon, now

Brier Roses grew there ,

The well empty now ,

Now full of dust ,

She saw a rude notice nailed too a post

It read :

''Goon to the back of beyond''

''You wont find me there , I hope!!

''You picked me clean , drank me dry''

'' Turned my red roses black and wild ''


Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )


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Written on 2008-05-18 at 20:55

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Dear friend,
Thank you for recommending this! I love it.
Many times I have wandered in hope to a place of love only to find it a wasteland and former fruits and flowers absent.
The key is not to rely on another to preserve our well. This offers good protection in difficult times. And if we have friends whose hearts are true, we shall ever walk in Epicurus' garden.
An excellent write :>)
2011-09-10


Caprice
I just love the phraze "back of beyond"
Well done! Just don't fall into the well.
Being a dyslectic poet must be a journey of its own but I also think it might give a special freedom to experimenting...
2009-04-05


Anshul Sharma
very thought invoking!
2008-08-04