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"The Bishop's Rose Garden"
(As written by Myself, circa 6th grade)
Even before the masque of Winter's fury,
He toiled for a place of perennial joy.
A garden, simple, yet elegant.
His head was always full of thoughts, he lived in thoughts.
But he was a simple man.
He never knew Love in the eyes of the world,
But he understood a deeper, greater love.
He was a dreamer by Nature.
Behind the old church yard in the gloaming,
He would toil for a burst of perennial Joy.
He lived in his world of thoughts.
He toiled in the old church yard.
He dwelt in the Bishop's rose garden.
Published 19th Feb 2011
| Edited 6th Aug 2012
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Anonymous
20th Feb 2011 5:28pm
This is fucking purity nailed man, yeah great stuff. Innocent, clued in, naive and knowing. Beautiful
- Jer
- Jer
20th Feb 2011 11:17pm
Thank you! I hadn't seen this poem in years, just recently recovered it from the old poetry.com. It was written a long long time ago, one of my very first poems. Innocence and naivety were exactly what i was going for.
Anonymous
29th Mar 2011 10:03pm
"Perennial" needs two "n"s. Otherwise this is lovely, like a mix between William Blake and a short story. I feel as though I've read an entire narrative in this simple free verse piece, which is always something I enjoy. Great work. Favourite lines:
"He never knew Love in the eyes of the world,
But he understood a deeper, greater love."
You're a superb storyteller.
"He never knew Love in the eyes of the world,
But he understood a deeper, greater love."
You're a superb storyteller.
