Monday, August 28, 2006

Well, it ain't Shakespeare . . .

Some of you asked me to post the poem, so here you go.

The Green World

For a time I lived it,
true and free of ill.
What happened there I know
and will remember still.
Each day was but an hour,
more glorious than the last--
Of things unknown but longed for;
Brief echoes of the past

We cannot linger here;
to know is still too much.
Impatient worlds await
a new and surer touch
Shadows dance with joy,
regrets and fears collide
with impish glee and mirth--
too many things to hide

There is no perfection there
only honesty and truth--
Things unknown,
yet every sense alive--
In this land of make believe
Where even faith must rise



At 5:16 PM, Blogger Shakespeare Teacher said...

Thanks Mel,

I especially love...

"Of things unknown but longed for;
Brief echoes of the past."


At 8:47 PM, Blogger educat said...

This came at just the right time today. Thank you.

At 8:25 AM, Blogger shaketwin said...

Welcome! :)


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