Happy Ever After

To Joe

We are stepping briskly light

Here and there and everywhere

From winter on to summer’s site

The fleeting days of time

Formed years. Seeking to perfection

When we know not then it’s end

A bitter taste was left for us

To take it made a sting.

But we went on in easy trysts

To find he route, lonely;

Aweary, we climbed the hill;

The foxy dogs being only glimpsed.

As passing speed’ly on did we

Furrow the fields’ red earth;

With seeds of flowers. Whence

Growing aplenty all around.

While passing through the seasons,

Sprung mignonette and violet,

That make our heaven come.

Rose Lynch. 28^th June 2005

Notes:

Red earth – the earth of Milton used to make red bricks

Foxy dogs – catty people