Three Men Came To The Dance
written by: Russell Colclough
Stands the tree on the meadow rise,
two thousand years the tree of life.
Rain and sunshine seeds they sow, without the tree,
the crops didn’t grow.
The angry tree, the raging tree, the quaking to survive,
maidens
were sent afar,
with smiles and charm to find three men,
that do others harm.
The dance beneath the fading sun,
the celebration
had begun
Three men came to find the maidens,
with hope of lust and fun.
The quaking tree,
the raging tree,
the men beside the tree.
The men no more, the sun and rain,
the crops grew tall again.
The following year, madains were sent afar,
and three men came to the dance.
I am new to writing. I have only been writing for one year. I have had no education on writing, although I have always been interested in words. With family responsibilities, bringing home the bacon so to speak, I have not had the chance to write. Being the youthful age fifty eight, I am not ready for the field, so I work, and learn to write. It does take time to learn, the river flows so small, yet gains in size, it travels so far, no shortcuts along the way.
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