Friday 29 November 2013

THE WINTER DRUMMER



THE WINTER DRUMMER
O! The winter flap
That blows on my little harp
Stories of old
With the fortunes that mould.

Never in array of despair
Just blowing on all in bestir
What!
I love to feel the drumming.

Remove your strings old man
Both raincoat of disdain
Never on strings, Never on drums
But with winter breeze he adores.

The drummer
The hummer
The hummer waits the drumming
The drummer watches for an uproar
O! Its winter again.

So our eyes see
The old drummer
O! What a longing fortune in the winter
The feeling of the strings with the drummer.


                                                                        The Friday poems on ALPHASOARS

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