THE COST OF A SINGLE RED ROSE
The love of my life ,A beauty so rare ,
My hart was lost to her ,
In love I fell ,
I could not stop my self ,
I saw a woman hawker selling red roses ,
Her basket full ,
A red rose I stole from her basket ,
Fore to give the lovely lass ,
She smiled , how she smiled ,
When I presented her with the red rose ,
The hawker , shouted '' stop thief , stop thief '' ,
A crowd , soon gathered ,
And did chase me ,
The thief chaser joined in ,
I was soon court ,
In court I soon appeared , in handcuffs ,
To face the judge , a man of no pity ,
He did find me guilty ,
And did sentenced me to seven years penal servitude ,
In Van Diemens land ,
On to the hulk I was taken ,
The chains chafing my wrists and ankles ,
Cutting deep my blood flowed , salt of the sea ,
Stung ,
Below decks I was taken , fifty-five of us , all told ,
Locked up , ball and chained ,
Through stormy seas , becalmed , taken on deck to exercise
Ten long weeks it took ,
The love of my life I often thought of ,
Till one day a newly arrived convict ,
We got to talking ,
He was from my home town ,
It turned out , he new my love ,
He informed me ,
She'd wed the judge!
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-05-08 at 10:27
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