Come with Me
by Don

I will take you to England
where the birds sing
to a stream, where, in ancient time
the water ran red with blood
where now - the birds sing.

I will take you to the far hills
where men have passed
with fear or with courage
knowing only that that they followed
in England’s line

I will take you to sit on ancient stone
still wet with tears of lovers lost
in the long lost years of the before
when the magic ruled the land
and England was as naught

I will take you to the paths
where legions strode
with banners a fly and voice uplifted
to conquer and slay
on England’s land

The waters still run as they did
and the hills have no passing
The stones do fall with memories gone
and the paths have gone to grass
but still - the birds do sing

Don

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