Who Hath Seen My Brother
Who Hath Seen My Brother
Who hath seen my thee brother more?
Someone who seeks broad things at night
Then sitting fleetingly at his very door!
His hair flauntingly willowing in the wind
With fumes of poppies swaying in slight
Thy brother is a sturdy sound kind of knight!
He may doth thus seek, scurry and find
A damsel in destitute of circumspect
Let not fear of her dour respect, respect.
Think not of her beauty's musical too
While at night the weeping willows say
A touch of stubble plains of rosy hue!
Wile doth men play violins on this breezy day
Sometimes like a whisper thou dost keep
Please hath not wake up my many sheep!
For sleepy music is laying at my door
Who hath not seen my thee brother more
My brother may have to find a beauty by score!
Written: June 1, 2014
Sherri
Copyright © Sherri Whiteford | Year Posted 2015
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