by Leslie de la Haye | May 22, 2010 | Poetry
The low mournful sound of skirling bagpipes And the colourful whirl of tartan kilt Yet much soulful crying on that morning For previous nights beer, that had been spilt. Such deep swirling sound of the constant pipes On top of this fine Scottish hill so steep Men were...
by Leslie de la Haye | May 22, 2010 | Poetry
I think I heard a heart break the other day, When the soft southern winds were sighing I saw flowers in the fields all bow their heads And the cat-willow trees were crying. I know I heard a heart break the other day When the heavens wept their salty tears The waves...
by Leslie de la Haye | May 22, 2010 | Poetry
Verily then; mine heart here broken dies And teardrops from soft ducts quick fill mine eyes Yet shafts of bitter pain at true love lost Pervade the very soul to count the cost. Where gone those happy hours of childhood love As glitter moon and stars shone high above...
by Leslie de la Haye | May 22, 2010 | Poetry
In the green jungle, where the soft winds blew A gentle boy child was born. There he grew For he was the son of Tonga the hero And he was blessed, as he began to grow. Vaduz the elephant sang at his birth Bellowing so loudly for all his worth In this green jungle...
by Leslie de la Haye | May 22, 2010 | Poetry
Deep in the middle of the night When all the stars are shining bright Your face floats by on clouds of silk And creamy white like mothers milk. My hands reach out to draw you near But you slip by too fast I fear Once more around in deepest dreams But now youre seeking...
