Evermore Green
This is a story of gardens that grow,
Love, inspired, by the seeds that they sow;
A story of power and a magical ball,
A story of lovers who hastened the call.
I’ll start out this story with Princess LaNear
Who lived on an island on the planet Shyear.
Her father, the king, built his castle up high,
On the highest of hills, beneath the Evermore Sky.
One day the Princess and her mother the Queen
Were strolling in gardens named “Evermore Green”
When a good looking lad climbed over a wall
And knelt before them, holding a ball.
He said, “Oh Queen, look kindly on me,
I come from a land, beyond the great sea.
I come before you to offer this Sphere
As a token of love for the lovely LaNear.”
“Is this a joke?” Demanded the Queen.
“You dare disturb us in Evermore Green?
You give this ball to my daughter LaNear?
It’s a cheep bit of glass, I should chop off your ear!”
The lad said, “Oh Queen, don’t send me away,
The Gods sent this message, please hear what they say.
It speaks, My Lady, just reach out your hand,
The words it renders will tell you the plan.”
“I will find out!” Said Princess LaNear.
“The voices you’ve heard, I want to hear!”
LaNear reached out and touched the sphere’s side,
Then the ball started shaking as a voice from it cried,
“This lad and princess shall be bride and groom,
On the Eve of Evermore, at the rise of the Moon;
By the words of the Gods no mortal shall tarry
For all will perish if they do not marry.”
Well, the Queen trembled, the Princess passed out,
And the King, passing by, quickly came out.
“What was that noise, and this lad, who is he?”
“Touch the Sphere,” said the Queen, “and you will see.”
The voice spoke again to the King’s court, arrayed,
And they summoned the Oracle. A decision was made.
The Princes selected where the wedding would be,
In the fields of flowers near the Evermore Sea.
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Many years have passed, there’s a new king and Queen
And their children love playing in Evermore Green.
They love to play King’s Court, with pomp and glory,
And when they grow weary they beg for a story.
So their mother weaves a tale of a daring young man,
A ventriloquist’s son from the Land of LoGan,
Who conspired with a Princess, one moonlit night,
To be together, forever, it was love at first sight.
D. Thurmond / JEF
Org. 1985/Rew. 2012
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