That's a very charming poem indeed. Really like it. It's the sort of composition that inspires others to write, in my opinion.

BTW - my favourite poem is The Song of Hiawatha - but I am struggling to fit it all onto the forum.

LATE LAMENT
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???.

Nice one. Who is it by ?

Graeme Edge of the Moody Blues.

The poem is read at the end of the album version of "Nights in White Satin."

Ah yes - moody and blue - that's Birmingham OK.

Oh cheeseburger Bound in packaging

I Sit here drooling over you, as if you were my bedroom escort
I hold you, with no knowledge of where you came from
I see not an animal, I see not the slaughter.
But despite that, I eat...

I know nothing of the cow from which your meat came
I know nothing of the worker who picked your Tomato
I Know nothing of the baker who made your buns
But despite that, I eat...

I give you not Grace,
I give not thanks
I give you not the slightest thought
But Despite that, I eat...

And Oh sweet burger, whom I’ve ravaged
I’ll continue what I do,
through the day and through the night
and its all because of you

-Rain420 (only ID I have)

"Fields Of Gold"

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold

sting.




This was composed about the fields which surround our hometown in all directions.

I love that song

Yeah, not mad about the writer, but love the song. In my opinion, these days a lot of the finest poems are written by songsmiths. i really wish I could compose music like all my grandsons!