Poems of old held such beauty
The Rhythm of the Rhyme
There is nothing sweeter than a rhyme
with rhythm and meter.
Take Gunga Din, a rollicking song
lilting, lilting, you along.
The Ancient Mariner's, "glittering eye"
chilling us as the ice goes rolling by.
And, The Raven's, " gently rapping, rapping, at my chamber door."
Hear the music, hear the rhythm
the lilting words, the lively rhythm,
they bring, they bring,
a picture to my mind.
Sea Fever, is fun to read
truly, you see and feel the sea.
Read these lines and you'll concede.
"And the wheels kick and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking.
And a gray mist, in the sea's face
and a grey dawn breaking."
music, thoughts, books, dreams, more
Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!
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