summer’s sweetest swill
intoxicating fuddle ~
merry mendicant
(June Full Moon – European)
Madeline was attached to her horse as to no other.
Not her siblings, her father, her groom or her brother.
Her horse was tall, magnificent and seventeen hands high.
They together were formidable and intimidating, no lie.
They entered events as a unit of one, completely together.
Showed up at horse shows, no matter if inclement weather.
United in spirit so well, Madeline began to look like her horse.
Not seventeen hands high. That would have been silly of course.
Her siblings got married and moved away from the ranch.
They started a new family tree. Each with a new branch.
Madeline stayed around, taking care of her parents and steed.
Never marrying, but happy with her favorite boy, Old Mead.
Many times been described by great poet
How love been counted in so many ways
Beyond description, you may not know it
No voices, serenading nights and days
For that one love that will never be mine
I just stood and stare to the weary moon
Feed my sorrow in babble and posed fine
And careful not to cry anytime soon
If you come hither, all my mood change tone
Pamper me with your scent to doze on mead
Mending broken heart, live by love alone
The last echo will be my name thee feed
In my seeking, I sail the evening gale
I said to my dream, “Let free my love tale”
7 October 2020
My name is Archie Templeton-Mead
I'm vice president of corporate greed,
gold, bonds and diamonds, are (in the main)
what I need, so please write a letter, you
couldn't do better than plant your small seed,
(avaricious indeed!)
with financial factotum Archie Templeton-Mead
Oh! I can’t my beloved, if you would!
Fly, or clamber to the sun-lit mead
In the jade heights of there, the eastern-woods;
We’d sprint to the upper cedars
And down to the gorge is grave;
Sit by the frozen snows
Stand ‘neath the white-cloud;
Recline over the tall turf, and mutely listen to the vale;
Talk to the dwelling shepherds,
Kiss, cuddle their she-sheep;
They serve us tea,
And shall smile, and would love.
Drink down horns of mead
These guys could both sail and read
Ships of dragon’s speed
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