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The Cup and Saucer Tree. Prologue.
Insects humming to green sun-speckled leaves,
Rays of bright sunshine dancing with flitting shadows,
All tuned to the touch of the summer breeze.
That's how it was and has always been,
And will remain.Secured in my mind.
As a young boy I gazed up at your beauty,
Admiring the curve of your saucer shape.
I stretched,jumping to view your cup,
Longing to climb you to taste your splendour,
Knowing that now we were bonded together.
When at last I climbed into your world,
I knew I was safe, nothing could harm me:
Your embrace,my own secret sanctuary.
Always when pain or danger threatened,
My mind would race to be safe in your cup.
Broken bones,Hospital spells,Schoolmasters'canes,
All failed to inflict any pain.
Hardship and danger from Dunkirk to the Rhine,
All were as nothing and easy to bear:
You came to my aid you never failed me.
When,as a boy,I lay down in your cup
To dream and plan my life-adventure-
I knew that you would always be there
To shelter and guide me wherever we went.
My Haven-My Harbour- in the tempest of life.
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Like Laryalee, i was deeply moved by your Epilogue for this poem, David. And after repeated readings of this Prologue, i still cant choose the best between these two poems ~ ~ Both are just as poignant and evocative to the soul. Touches the soul of each reader, i am sure,. Thanxs for sharing, once again. ;)
As a young girl, my greatgrandfather's rocker was my "abode". I remember taking the blanket from my bed and climbing in the chair to sleep, pretending he was there, where I needed him to be.
This is simply splendid! I'm coming back to this after reading the other two.... (I cried at the Epilogue!) I had no Cup and Saucer tree....I could have used one, though..... You have 20 years on me, and I congratulate you on your spry words! A most enjoyable read....I'm off to see more! Lary