Earth Rune
They wrote a poem the other day,
Two people that I knew,
And loud and shouting it seemed to say,
"Our loving will be true."
I walked along and looked again
As they walked by holding hands,
Writing lines in gothic pen;
Lines to rhyme their ethnic strands.
The sun shone strong
The day they wrote;
They whispered long,
Each thought a note.
Like poetry, like music played
They walked around and around
And swinglingly in promenade
They wrote upon the ground.
Like brass and cymbals they wrote that day,
A simple poem with lots of hue;
And shoutingly it seemed to say,
"Our loving will be true."