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littlemanpoet · 10-17-2004, 06:19 PM

Eodwine carefully set down his ale mug, and it still almost spilled, his hand was so clumsy, and he wondered how he could manage the harp's strings.

"I call this 'Heather'." His sang his simple song, his voice high and clear, and was surprised that his fingers seemed to know their way despite his muddled senses.

"Summer's heather warm and sweet,
Sun of Arda lights thee bright,
Lifted heads all do me greet,
Lilt thy voice in song so light.

"Fair in Autumn, heather small,
Faintly do I hear thee call;
Feel thee how thy blossoms fall?
Fail not during winter's pall.

"Lowly heather hid from sight,
Lay in shielding snowy white,
Safe from winter's shiv'ring bite,
Silent bide till warm spring bright.

"Field of heather growing green,
Filled with scent of rain in spring,
Washed with colors cool and clean,
Whispered words I hear thee sing.

"Sing! For winter fell has ended,
Call of heather comes once more!
Spring has come and wrong is mended!
Chilling death shall be no more!"

"That is my song, my surprise. I hope you liked it," said Eodwine, a tilted smile on his face.

10-17-2004, 06:19 PM	#280
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Eodwine Eodwine carefully set down his ale mug, and it still almost spilled, his hand was so clumsy, and he wondered how he could manage the harp's strings. "I call this 'Heather'." His sang his simple song, his voice high and clear, and was surprised that his fingers seemed to know their way despite his muddled senses. "Summer's heather warm and sweet, Sun of Arda lights thee bright, Lifted heads all do me greet, Lilt thy voice in song so light. "Fair in Autumn, heather small, Faintly do I hear thee call; Feel thee how thy blossoms fall? Fail not during winter's pall. "Lowly heather hid from sight, Lay in shielding snowy white, Safe from winter's shiv'ring bite, Silent bide till warm spring bright. "Field of heather growing green, Filled with scent of rain in spring, Washed with colors cool and clean, Whispered words I hear thee sing. "Sing! For winter fell has ended, Call of heather comes once more! Spring has come and wrong is mended! Chilling death shall be no more!" "That is my song, my surprise. I hope you liked it," said Eodwine, a tilted smile on his face.