An Old Story In Rime

Just a maid just sixteen a serving girl a go-between upstairs and downstairs her scene 'til love was to intervene She so young he the master's son a web of attraction begun one rainy afternoon in June A familiar tale oft told of one so shy the other bold an affair that hot summer long despair did conclude that song A baby came the next Spring but sadly sans a wedding ring he departed for the Great War the wench & baby shown the door In action the teenage swain died the lass & bairn cried & cried the family their kin despised conscience money salved their pride She another was to marry her boy cared for by his Granny ne're once more to see this first son none alive know why this was done Consequences lived on from my tale as an emotionally crippled .male. Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010