The Lady of the
Shire
by Ian Curtress
When was she first
spotted. The Lady of the Shire
Rumours started slowly. When sitting
around pub fire
Most thought imagination or someone
having fun
But then a reliable source said he’d
seen her in the setting sun
He thought it Minchinhampton. But the
light was rather dim
Could have been nearer Stroud, the mist
was rolling in
What he did see in that fleeting glance
was an enigmatic smile
Goose pimples ran down his spine caught
his breath ‘against a stile
He told no one until that night. Stories
being told in local Inn
Heard someone saying the Lady is a myth.
The room went quiet, as suddenly he broke
in
It’s not a myth he firmly said .
They huddled closer to the fire
I have seen a beauty such as never seen.
The Lady of the Shire
An old lady in a shadowed corner,
unnoticed until she spoke
The gentlemen’s right she muttered.
Her voice almost a croak
It’s not a happy story of so long
ago.
The Lady loved by a gentleman. But he of
many years
Knew and accepted what could only end in
tears
But such passion could not be dismissed
and he was content she understood
That gorgeous smile and laughing eyes.
Leave them, he never could
Such unselfish Love so seldom seen. One
might truly say unique
Surrounding like a heavenly cloud. There
was no need to speak
Time of course solved the tryst. Angels
stood in single file
And those close to where he lay swore he
had the Lady’s smile
Although his love was not returned he was
often missed
And as years past she oft pondered could
fate have a final twist
Father Time evened out the years. Another
sphere exists
And she rides the hills still looking to
recapture times now missed
Who knows the power of love our emotions
to enhance
And who would deny the possibility we
have a second chance
But she is now contented as she searches.
The same eyes and smile as past
I would like to think they’ll meet
up one day and accept their fate at last. |
Part 2: The Gentleman of
the Shire
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