DEEP-IN-THE-BOOK-OF-THE-COOL-
LAKELAND-VERSES-AM-I-WRONG?
It's the Lake Poets
you say you adore.
You swim in their verses,
stay clear of the shore.
Swim girl, swim do,
and bill and coo,
the ghost of Dove-Cottage
should like you to.
NO-SONG-FROM-A-LADYFRIEND-
DISTANTLY-FADING
Swan song,
swan song,
then the lady's gone?
So wrong,
so wrong,
she was a mute-swan.
A-TRANSFORMING-TREE-SONG-FIND
Find beauty and the beast
keep company
in a cave close-by
the singing-ringing-tree.
Yes keep company
beast and the beauty
in a cave close-by
the singing-ringing-tree.
If the cave's mouth
could sing a song
and the dying tree
just sing along
no more a beast
would be he,
no more a captive
would be she.
But it is love
shall set them free.
BUOYED-UP
Tar-black is the night
and the sea black as tar.
The girl beside me
is my guiding star.
The boat rocks,
the bed rocks too.
Wide ocean of emotion,
"I'm a buoyed boy with you !"
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