Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lady Mary




I know Mary is not for real.
Her perfection perfected in an hour
In costumes selected with zeal
And details down to the flowers.



I cannot live in Mary’s fa├žade
But I breathe in and enjoy it;
Reach out to take her hand
Walk to the garden and sit.

Oh Mary to live in your dream
Would make mortal men melt
I can only wish and scheme
Then wonder how it all felt.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Roseriversongs

Dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley

2 comments:

Bruce Potts said...

I like this very much, Dave. So glad to see you back with new poetry and song!

Dave said...

Thanks Bruce... yes making some time now that my Packers have stopped playing.