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