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 Was a quaint little town, known as my Bonnie Green. "That's an odd village name strangers quite often said, As they stood in the town slowly scratching their heads. The reason these people just kept looking around, There was only a sign, but no town to be found. There weren't any houses, gabled and painted white, With little square windows, glowing shiny and bright. There was only just the stillness, and a small quiet peace. It lay in the grasses, floating up to the trees. No one could explain it, or call it by its name, But whatever it was, it was there all the same. Now, if they had been there a long, long time ago, They wouldn't have questions. They would already know. So, for all the people, who don't yet understand, I will now relate the tale of this far-away land. One day into the glade come a whistling young lad, Though he acted quite strange, I don't think he was mad. First, he looked all around, then sat under a tree, With his far-away dreams he saw what was to be. Well, after some great time, the dreamer raised his head. He shared with me his tale. He had loved once; he said. Like many other times, his love wasn't returned. No matter how painful, inside him, it still burned. "She was a pretty lass with hair colored like gold. She had bright azure eyes," I was lovingly told. She had peaches, and cream in her round dimpled cheeks. If I hadn't stopped him he'd have praised her for weeks. He went on with his tale, or what he could recall, How loving Bonnie Green, had been his downfall. He had been a poor lad with no access to wealth, And Bonnie had money, besides beauty and health. Bonnie had a father, who practiced great power. She'd choose to wed money, or die in the tower. The tower was so tall, and the walls were so steep All around it a mote, with waters running deep. Inside this great mote, lived a dragon named Zaul, Who liked to eat maidens; when they happened to fall. So, she had to decide, and her choices were few. She'd be quite unhappy, whatever she should do. Well, Bonnie decided to never love the lad Because our poor Bonnie was afraid of her dad. So, the heart-broken boy decided one blue day, That there was too much pain, and to go far away, But, he left with a purpose, he had made up his mind; Somewhere out in the world was a place he must find. A place full of promise. A somewhere he could go To shelter his great love, and allow it to grow. He said, "this is the place. In my dreams it was seen. Now, I'll build here a shrine to my lost Bonnie Green." He then took out some wood, and carved on it with love. I watched him hard at work from my perch high above. Oh damn. I forgot. Please forgive me. My word! My name is O'Humphry, an O'sheen Forest bird. I've lived here a long time, and this is my best yarn About a lad, a sign, and a love gone forlorn. Well, back to the story, the lad made him his sign. Across the wood was wrote in a bold flowing line, Those words of his lost-love, do you see what they mean? It's very clear to me. It said, "My Bonnie Green". There was never a town, where some people could live. There was only the love that a lad had to give. "So, what happened to the lad?" I know that's what you'll say. Well, he put up his sign, then he went on his way. I don't know where he's at, or even where he's been, But, I do know for sure, he still loves Bonnie Green. ©1988 Candalee Swayze Dedicated to My Grandchildren |
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