#stratford-upon-avon
A leaf fell, twisting in the Fir Green Square,
Like a spear thrown through the air;
A dog, distant and real,
Has barked five hundred years on Sheep Street.
Holy Trinity, the bone keeper, keeps doors open.
The Avon, not so sweet now, flows on;
Swans swim and preen, and tonight,
Henry will rage on Agincourt again,
Calling on his brothers, and me,
To breach the vicious cycle of lonely barks
And the immutable march of time.
Take my hand, look into my eyes,
My brotherhood of men.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
Shakespeare, I know not who he is.
But they term him one of the greatest,
They say he was a poet & a playwright.
William, I surely know of him not.
But they often name him the greatest,
He was a poet Stratford-upon-Avon born.
Anne Hathaway, was elder to him.
But still they both exchanged vows,
They say she was over 7 years older.
Hathaway, she had even outlived him.
But I wonder how she survived alone,
They say she had three kids from him.
I think the love for the remaining two kids kept her alive.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC