simplicity
SIMPLICITY
(this is set in Thomas Hardy in England in olden days)
He walks the moors
he cuts the wood
she feeds the baby on her
large and sweet breasts
she turns the stew within
the pot
and adds more wood
to keep it burnin’ hot
They settle down as sun is set
for their long blissful night
of rest
“Tis the morn, the gulls they cry,
he’s out fishin’ before the sun’s too high
She looks out the old window pane
and in it she can see her reflection vain
she gets the clothes off the line
‘before it begins to rain again
They both work hard from dawn till dusk
and in the evening as she draws the curtains in
‘tis the time he loves the most
he goes to his wife
as she beckons him softly now
he winks at her, she blushes red
he makes her blush some more
and tinge with red
In the morning when the sun is so bright
he takes a walk away from his beloved wife
way up to the moors up yonder high
he looks down to see his cottage below
the rambling hedge
and the gulls screaming below
The tears they form in his eyes so blue
he was a lad not so long ago too
he wipes a dusty hand across his brow
where oh where did all the years go
he wonders nw aloud
Yes he’s a man of over 40 now
and he has done his mum and dad so proud
he collects fossils and rocks by the ‘old man sea’
and lays them out for all to see
Those kind eyes he got from his mother dear
and the beard and hair from his Da indeed
the heart of gold he just... remembered how now
‘twas from his dear Nanny his brave old Nanny
he remembers her so ever fondly now
So what lies ahead for this man you ask
he walks along and wonders now
I’ll grow old and live by my pretty wife by the sea
and my beloved son will grow to be old just like me
he will write poetry and live but a simple life
by that ‘old man the sea’
Written by julie 2001 late.
SIMPLICITY
(this is set in Thomas Hardy in England in olden days)
He walks the moors
he cuts the wood
she feeds the baby on her
large and sweet breasts
she turns the stew within
the pot
and adds more wood
to keep it burnin’ hot
They settle down as sun is set
for their long blissful night
of rest
“Tis the morn, the gulls they cry,
he’s out fishin’ before the sun’s too high
She looks out the old window pane
and in it she can see her reflection vain
she gets the clothes off the line
‘before it begins to rain again
They both work hard from dawn till dusk
and in the evening as she draws the curtains in
‘tis the time he loves the most
he goes to his wife
as she beckons him softly now
he winks at her, she blushes red
he makes her blush some more
and tinge with red
In the morning when the sun is so bright
he takes a walk away from his beloved wife
way up to the moors up yonder high
he looks down to see his cottage below
the rambling hedge
and the gulls screaming below
The tears they form in his eyes so blue
he was a lad not so long ago too
he wipes a dusty hand across his brow
where oh where did all the years go
he wonders nw aloud
Yes he’s a man of over 40 now
and he has done his mum and dad so proud
he collects fossils and rocks by the ‘old man sea’
and lays them out for all to see
Those kind eyes he got from his mother dear
and the beard and hair from his Da indeed
the heart of gold he just... remembered how now
‘twas from his dear Nanny his brave old Nanny
he remembers her so ever fondly now
So what lies ahead for this man you ask
he walks along and wonders now
I’ll grow old and live by my pretty wife by the sea
and my beloved son will grow to be old just like me
he will write poetry and live but a simple life
by that ‘old man the sea’
Written by julie 2001 late.
i wrote this in 2001
i was reading a lot of dh lawrence books at the time.
