Ok, time for another post of something substantial, so here is a poem I wrote last year. I had just heard a part of a classical music work with the same sort of title, so I was just goofing around for the first part of this poem. But once I got to the verses, I was a little more serious. So anyway, I had fun writing it, I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

This song/poem also has a tune to it, but it's a little complicated so I won't put it here just now.

The Last Rose of Summer 

'Twas the last Rose of Summer
and my mother said to me,
yes, my dead and dying mother
asked of me.
She said, "Daughter dear, I'm dying
and there's one thing I would ask,
just to sing an old singing song,
are you up unto the task?”
So I stept upon the table,
and I gathered unto me all the people
that were able, there to see.
The Singing Song, a table song,
a jolly song for ye.

* * *

"In the month of Long Past
a raven said to me:
'Behold! thee, now at long last
your Love shall come to thee.

 - - -

'He'll ride upon a white horse,
and sing to thee so fair,
you'll hear Him over yonder, by
the green hill over there.

- - -

'His banner, it is silver grey,
His sword; it is of steel,
His shield is gold so like the day,
and red doth shine His seal.

- - -

'A crown upon His head doth sit;
it gleams within His light.
His horse doth champ a silver bit,
and far doth flee the night.

- - -

'For one day soon He'll come for thee,
and bring thee to His home,
and ever watchful thou shouldst be,
lest the lamps wane out to none.'"

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