you know the summer's fading.. and the night is getting cold.. there's an east wind in the harbour.. and lord knows I'm getting old.. and my work it takes me everywhere.. and nowhere fast and slow..
it takes a man to plough an acre.. it takes a woman to make it grow
there's an orchard in the south field.. there's a herd of cattle too.. there's an empty chair that held you.. a rare creature tall and true.. and I dream about you always.. even nights that I don't dream..
it takes a man to set a plough right.. it takes a woman to hitch a team
more a fighter than a lover.. girl you picked me anyway.. and you tried to change my dress sense.. but you knew I wouldn't play.. and you laughed at my cowboy movies.. as I turned in to my old man..
it takes a man to work his heart out.. it takes a woman to give a damn
you know we never did much talkin'.. jesus girl you were unique.. and I'm sorry for taking the lord's name.. every other time I speak.. see they don't make girl's like you no more.. at least it seems that way..
it takes a man to save a harvest.. it takes a woman to save the day
well you know I'm big an awkward.. and as rough as a badger's a**.. I got two eyes that scare the locals.. and sometimes my talk is crass.. but I know each lock is different.. as unique as a key..
it takes a man to bring his story.. it takes a woman to set him free
I love this poem walRU. Good luck in finding your wonderful woman. Please keep writing.
Kathy
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMar 8, 2019
absolutely loved reading this......well written too......knew what side of the Atlantic you lived as soon as I saw the spelling of plough......made a Kentish maid smile......lol Kathy
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Kathy
Kathy
Hapy St Pats!
Ru
Rob
Much appreciated,
Ru
Ru