Invitation To the Rum Wood
You and I; we're going to swap our stories
Under the curving Milky Way
We're going to drink rum high in the green trees,
And toast the dying of the day
Snug as cloudlets free from the reach of man
Bright eyed eagles in their blue eyries high,
We the merry few of the green wood band;
Raising glasses to that slow honey sky
Then like a comb across the dusking grass;
Guitar strings will couple raw with the breeze
Laughter to sombre kinship shall pass,
With those guitar riffs, floating through the trees
Eternal you; washed by the maiden moon
Swaying soft in nests of mirth,
Where our cares? They fell with the day that swooned,
They no longer walk the earth
High enough for 'always,' and 'never end'
Aye, tears may come, don't we wear them well!
Just you keep on talking, my greenwood friend
I love you so completely, too deeply to tell
Copyright © Joseph Ardern | Year Posted 2019
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