"Spring's first heartbeat honors Winter's last breath."
~ Angie Westland Crosby
When Winter finally rests her weary head on a pillow
Spring smiles and warmly welcomes it as her cue
To wake sleeping crocus bulbs and buds on willows
It was in Westland that I met this barmaid,
She looked fragile,and complexed with manifestations of excellence,
That very night I sat exactly after four seperated bevies nailing myself to eminence,
Kindly when she served me a bottle of drink,
I spotlighted her beauty towards higher regard,though she saw herself as a fink,
Frankly,what I was seeing in her had a prospective blink,
This lady was pitch-black,
Framed in reality,she was an erudite and not a yack,
With inner pattern deemed with confidence,
I made her to believe the first sight attraction she spread out in alpha mense,
And she divided her lips into structure of my hopeful bens,
What came after that late night is when we're now couples on honey moon,
And I just can't match our excitements to what feelings intends to move,
Only when our personalities are commune and tied with a strong single loop,
Because,your presence has outlined the eyes of my heart to hold you in my room.
MOLLY’S NEW DRESS
She was the fairest of girls on
the hills called Westland
Young as she was, in her rags, she glowed
like Alice in Wonderland.
Humble her family was
yet she was always with a smile
Christmas came, Christmas left
yet the smiles never left her face,
Always gay and merry
her looks ravishing
Country folks wishing they had a daughter like her
never ceased praying
Dreaming of better days, Mama woke up one morning,
stealing glances at Molly as she danced merrily, she saw her eyes twinkling.
Tears flooding her eyes, she said
“I will buy Molly a new dress.”
The New Year came, Mama peeped into her money bag
the money was enough to buy a new dress.
Happily, she walked down to Uncle James’
the only store that sold clothes on Westland,
Buying the most beautiful dress on display,
she walked back home smiling, gave Molly the new dress,
It fitted perfectly.
happily, Molly ran the entire Westland in her new dress,
And the whole folks knew she had a new dress, a brand new dress,
“What a girl”, they remarked,
and they smiled happily.
Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air
Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair
Dear bird me thinks I leave my land to forage and to bare
And now my suit has got your fruits on shoulder and on hair
Tis luck shouts out a cabin crew success to you will come
Mean time I'll sidle down the lane the laundry mat I run
Dear mother cries a second gone. I cried from train to ship
One day return a penny more two sons upon a trip
Fair city crown from westland row beyond the port a bay
To sail to Forests hard and cold Fort William leads the way
The work is hard my fathers tale dont work with rocks and dams
Hibernia is a boldly spot a rugged place he bans
The uncle's bar a whisk'y jar serve porter strong and mean
Two bars my uncle holds right now upon the goebels green
A war you'll go his comments show now to work for one small bob
Dear uncle be more kindly now for I have a new a job
No longer work at wasted rates his mother would be shocked
My brother dear you stay well clear a slave who holds a mop
I love you mother and long to see you smile and praise your lot
900 miles return to you show Eirean what you got.
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