Twas to be that thine alone twood stand Twile moon and star and wind twood be~ Twen shiver twood endure thus so Failing the likes of time and thee~ Shawled in stance beyond the brush Two shadows the night produced~ And thy meeting became a meeting thus so As oneness from twosome reduced~ Walketh thine twards yonder hut Twere fire burnt there brightly~ Twas there alone twithin this home Twood love exist so tightly~ Twen moon it slept and clouds they wept Twith water from heaven it fell~ Holdest thine in arms entwined And dwell in the home of hunters dell~ From a being of wealth ye came from thus To a being of both fur and gun~ Twere true love could be forever free Thus no more eyes of jest in fun~ Twas there that thine chose to be mine Twen moon and star it shone on high~ Love twas then born as night owl yawned To vow love till time to die ~
Terrence Michael Sutton Copyright 1988.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
A poem I wrote while in the UK as I came across a place where they spoke almost this way still .