This Lonesome Tree

This bayou opened to the bay
Which opened to the sea;
We sat as children in our love
Beneath this lonesome tree

They said we couldn’t know of love
Too young of years were we;
And yet true lovers we were then
If ever lovers be

This spot remains as then it was,
As in my memory;
The smell and taste of love’s first kiss
This lonesome


(“This Lonesome Tree” – 4-21-2015)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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