Old
Leafy Lane
There
he strolls down Old Leafy Lane,
That
grey stone church in the pouring rain.
A
crumpled straw hat, a silver topped cane,
His
worn-out face, a heart full of pain.
To
that garden of stones, silent and still,
Blankets
of crocus Scatter the hill.
Snowdrops
cover the neat mound of grass,
Yellow
forsythia in a gold stained glass.
He
shares his thoughts with his long-passed wife,
That
heavenly lady that once shared his life.
Under
the yews, where he would stand,
With
silver harmonica held in his hand.
There
he starts playing "The Impossible Dream",
Whistles
in between to this hypnotic theme.
Sad
dreamy tunes, the rain turns to tears,
That
special lady who shared all his years.
As
I stand and watch, I swallow his pain,
That
poor old gent in the pouring rain.
His
brown leather brogues tapped on the ground,
Those
dancing notes echoed round and round.
Revisits
a thought of her forever young face,
That
vintage wedding dress covered in lace.
Under
the willow as the blue birds sang,
Arm
in arm as the church bells rang.
Her
face disappears into angel filled crowds,
Drifting
further into fluffy white clouds.
The
smell of her lavender hangs in the air,
As
he gasps a breath as if she were there.
That
lace wedding dress floats in the breeze,
Through
musical clouds and green kissed trees.
As
he blows a kiss and holds out his hand,
That
true love for her, lights up the land.
Lost
in the oceans of her piercing blue eyes,
Now
she's an angel in the heavenly skies.
Each
time he visits, he connects with her still,
That
garden of stones, silent and still.
He
smudges the rain from his pale tired face,
Removes
his hat and retires with grace.
Leaves
his heart on the black marbled stone,
Thoughts
in his head as he walks home alone.
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Lines 40
Words 314
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